The enthusiasm in me has dimmed, to the point that I am not strong enough to make speech, knowing that I used to create speech from its cradle and put it out to people, so that it becomes a pleasure in the tongue, and it pleases the mind, and sometimes it flies from the head distorting what he heard or read of my words , But ….. that the flash of my writings fades, and yearns for the disappearance … and this is compelled, due to the absence of motivation …. Yes, the motivation is the desire of that passionate group that is not satisfied with what you read, the group of crazy people addicted to reading and Reading and knowledge … maybe their circumstances do not allow them …. I do not know the exact reason, but, I am telling the truth: (The absence of the madmen makes me lose my inspiration) …..
Haha! You haven’t visited me in awhile!
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🙏😘😍🌹
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Lol, as a teen i sought intensity in others but soon realized that crazy intense people are vampires that cannot live in light.
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Perhaps it’s just a period, don’t give up! 💮🙂☀️🍀
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I agree with you. The reason is a cold dimension that would turn us to stone. We all need our madness to be human, and to know how to laugh and how to be light: the joy of life is not reasonable – but it is communicative.
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🙂 we’ve come out of a century of reason… we’ve gotten used to living like stones! 😀 – i’m exaggerating…barely.
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My dear, thank you for your support, you are right that it is the irony of life, it plays with us however it wants, and we are like a doll, we have no escape from receiving woes, we have to work continuously, to live in peace and quiet
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Exactly !
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