Here I confess: I can’t write.
For a long time, I do suffer.
Two mugs of coffee later, still a blank page on my iPad screen.
In my head, dead boring words.
Frustration growing- this ain’t me.
Work and responsibilities- emotions blocked by rationality.
Me- 31 years old.
Innocence reduced- so darn stable.
The background song: Ellie Goulding
Intuition, here I follow.
Still I confess: I can’t write.
© 2016 Miki Martinez
The Journey to Live Creatively, Mindfully and Sustainably 
Really nice but you have to need little work on it. Don’t think you can’t write because your writings is peace of different writing style.
Enjoy your passion! 😉
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Hi Akki, thanks for the heads up 🙂 I appreciate your comment. It motivates me to write more now that you started to following me!!! Many thanks!!!
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My pleasure! 😊
Gud luck! 👍
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don’t try and write – just be and the writing will arrive…
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Aww thank you for the advice and reading my writings 🙂
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