Where will it take me?!

Without ideas and feeling unable to write. I don't feel like writing anything, here or anywhere else. Blogging or simply rambling about what's going on within my mind. Things have gone too far. Things are now too broken to be fixed and that makes my heart bleed... it bleeds non-sense. It bleeds non-stop. And even such bleeding is no reason for me to start writing and rambling and crying through written words.

In times, I'd say my art was everything I had left of me. Nowadays, there isn't a single thing I can look at and recall as of my own.

The game has gone back to the beginning. The challeng has just re-started. I thought I was saving her some new effort and he we are, back to the beginning. She'll feel sad. I'll feel sad to see her disapointed face. I love you. Forgive me.

The sun shines in the cold streets of the city. Later on, when I decide to walk back home, I will look around and will imagine extraordinary thng to write about. It's worthless - as soon as I arrive home, everything had just vanishe from my mind and my imagination has just gone blank. What can I do?

I dream and I fantasize about too many things. But dreams and fantasies aren't enough without a little bit of effort. Where will it take me?!