Waiting for the words.

Some weeks the words flow like a flowing river, cutting through their surroundings. Leaving an everlasting impression. The roar of water echoing throughout the landscape.

Other weeks, its almost a trickle. Barely seen, where every tiny drop counts but never seems to reach the level you need. The sound of silence surrounding you.

This week has been the latter.

Looking at a blank page and waiting for the words to slowly appear is not ideal but I force myself to stay. To write. The words appear, sometimes slowly and painfully, but they appear.

Keep writing!

Author: Tamara Nikolai

Dreamer. Wanderer. Writer. Just trying to find my place in the world... oh look a unicorn.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s