What do I write about?

What do I write about? Hmm. It's been a weird couple of weeks. I feel…not quite like myself. I feel tired but also restless, motivated but also lethargic.I get myself ready to write (bring out pen and notebook, sit on the floor, have a Youtube video playing in the background) and…nothing. I seem to have...

Hope.

I am a rose in a soulless garden,And I battle against the mindset of the downtrodden. It is easy to slip and fall into despair,Where things are deceptively calm and insincere. Like the steady hum of your neighbour's generator,The inner darkness feels normal, like it belongs there. Dark thoughts cast shadows in the light,They delight...