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!

Published by Tamara Nikolai

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

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