NO MORE BLOGGING/ARTICLE FRUSTRATION/OVERALL FRUSTRATION

There is no inspiration, there will be no inspiration. Inspiration once overflowed, it once quenched and nourished every thought I formed, every word I spoke, and every sentence I composed, but alas, my inner well has dried up. Is it gone? yes. How long will it be gone? no one knows. Will it ever return? no one knows. How can something that was once so deeply rooted within me just vanish so suddenly and so completely? The roots that once held my world in place, held it together,  have been uprooted, and now everything crumbles. Is this simply natural, is this a common occurrence? Is this a repercussion of aging, of maturing, of growing into adulthood? If so, I want none of that. I will never grow older. I will stay frozen in place...in time...in space. I will sacrifice everything for my inspiration, be it happiness, be it trust, be it love, or be it myself... I must hold on, I can not let go, no, not yet.