I think my writing muses are in hiatus right now. There are so many interesting things around me to write about, but it seems so difficult to complete an entire flow of thought at the moment, unlike how easy it usually is for me to write about something. There are too many thoughts in my brain, but my literary gears are far too squeaky.
Maybe my brain and my body are both too tired. Maybe I have my heart in a complicated twist. I should work this out first. When my brain is back in its prime, and my heart is ready to disclose, maybe then I will be able to make something meaningful again.
Pardon me, I’ll probably do some reposts and links to interesting reads in the meantime.