Though there are already lebkuchen in the shops, it's autumn only. You can feel it in the crisp of the air. You can see the leafs change their colours slowly. I saw the first migrant birds and i feared i had missed the chestnuts. Today i saw the first sunrise of this fall and it was beautiful.
i wish my words would fall to the paper like leafs to the ground. easy, with a pain of parting though, soft, sometimes twirling in the wind, but always getting to the ground. My words and i, we
struggle a lot this year. We lost faith in each other somehow. I don't know how or when or why. It just happened. And it's hard to find our way back together. I know, once i start writing, it
will get better eventually. But i can't bring myself to write more than just a few words because i'm afraid. Afraid the words don't fit. Afraid what i write is all rubbish. Afraid my worlds don't
make sense and my characters are not authentic and flat. I'm afraid to read what i once wrote and loved well enough, too. It could have changed and now be as worse as one can imagine.
Did you ever lose faith in your words? In your ability to write? What did you do? Do you have some advice for me? What can i do?