Writer's Block? No. Walking on the Moon? Yes.

Words and stories just don't always come around as naturally as one takes writing on a face value. Hours of dry thoughts running through your mind and dizzying after effects of repetitive plots and characters cloud the new imaginative outlet and gives rise to what we call "A WRITER'S BLOCK". 

Situations and circumstances directly influence the creative outlet. Times are becoming of who we are and cannot be taken out of the equation when one sits to write. Although frequencies of such such influences differ from person to person.

For me, the frequency keeps peaking everytime I encounter such a dry woozy phase. I am unable to write something that I want to read. A momentary colourful thought encircles my mind and it disappears before it could take a definite shape. Constantly worrying about career and future doesn't help either with the revelling in the present or taking a whiff of the aromatic past just gives rise to the anxious nauseousness of the nightmarish reality. 

One may stay stagnant in action, thought and creation for the longest time and give themselves a false illusion of going with the flow of time but when there is a sudden halt, they realise that they have not been levitating in mid air but actually falling in a pit hole of darkness. The very idea of depression that goes beyond to create craters on the surface of the moon. Well, coming back to write simply means that I didn't lose my balance all that much to have found my feet tightly clinging onto the surface of molten lava, aka, the nightmarish reality that I spoke of.

A tad bit late for a diclaimer but I use allusions and images that I see fit and sometimes and appear exaggerated from certain angles. But the fun fact that follows is, all ALL of it is quite imaginable,, not too far fetched either.

I do know for a fact that I am not the only one walking on a gravity-less surface of the moon but there are many who traversed different levels of the journey and some even find themseleves deep in the craters but the realisation that I am not alone in this struggle helps one ease their minds. Quite a sadistic thought process but it somewhat helps to emapathise with the situation too.

So, once again it is the art that comes to save the day. One doesn't have to be the perfect versions of themselves to express through art, it is about the continuation regardless of how difficult it is at times. Draw because you want to and no because you have to put it up on a gallery, write to express and not to sell it to your publisher, art is not about capitalisiation. 

Art is about self.

Sounds like a preaching when it comes from someone who's not falling into oblivion but would it be too hard to believe that someone else has already been there in those pits of darkeness and had somehow managed to emerge against it on the surface??

Was the thought process all too unlinear?