I am not inspired today. I don't know what wrong with me, I am happy-ish. I am not sad. I am just here inhaling and exhaling, not breathing. I know I am capable of writing memories, but what good is that if it is a boring story or a plain one. A grey scaled story, instead of a vibrant and colorful one. I am not even stressed though, I am just observing and watching the world around me. It's weird because I feel like I am not part of anything here, but I am just a person watching a movie from the outside. Sometimes I direct a film, but that is it. There is no climax to the story either, just many plots that come and go; like problems. I keep writing just to write because I don't know what will be and I try to forget what was. I need guidance, I am walking on a path with no end. What seems to be an endless struggle, just wandering.
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