I feel these weighted words, what a introspective look inside the mind of a writer when silence isn’t time for finding peace and inspiration rather it’s void of all color. I’m not a professional writer, not in the way you are, but on the days my anxiety is chasing me and I can’t find my calm, I pick one thing of that day, household item, the bunny outside, a new book, food, a song I’ve heard or person I spoke to and channel it into a string of words. It gives me a path to breathing where things almost make sense again. I hope you find your calm and that the words find you. 💙
I feel these weighted words, what a introspective look inside the mind of a writer when silence isn’t time for finding peace and inspiration rather it’s void of all color. I’m not a professional writer, not in the way you are, but on the days my anxiety is chasing me and I can’t find my calm, I pick one thing of that day, household item, the bunny outside, a new book, food, a song I’ve heard or person I spoke to and channel it into a string of words. It gives me a path to breathing where things almost make sense again. I hope you find your calm and that the words find you. 💙