challenge
it feels as if
i cannot write
without a
challenge
to tell me
what to say.
without a prompt
i am empty
my mind an
endless void
waiting to be filled
with someone
else's thoughts.
i am a response,
an answer to
a question that
i never asked
because i can't dare
to start the
conversation.
i wait for
someone else
to say hello
before i dare to say
good morning.
and i wait for them
to ask how i am
before i dare
to voice my mood.
what happened
to the ideas that
used to come
spilling from my
lips and fingers
as a constant
stream of
consciousness?
am i really just
a vessel for
alien thoughts?
or can i allow myself
to achieve
that elusive
originality?
do i need
my permission
to speak?
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