It’s been days that I am in a “writer’s block” cove, unable to wriggle myself out. It feels damp and stuffy in here, and seriously dusty. The people in here smell like rancid sour judgements. Today is the day I flick off the guards and police of thoughts standing by this cove. Protecting all that’s accepted. Not everything I write can be shared outside this cove, and the idea of not sharing is what keeps me in here and feeds my need to write something that may miraculously pay my bills. It’s why they put me in this cove anyway. To pay the bills and blah. Now, finally, I have another piece to write in mind. The thought police have their hands on their guns by the door and I am not sure if I can escape them at all. But I can’t wait to try, I have a grand escape plan in mind. And once I escape, I will never EVER come back. CAPS LOCK AND ALL.
Beisan A. Alshafei
April 19th, 2020
Beisan's Burble 