Yearning is something that is not a foreign concept to me.
I always see others suffering from the "Grass is greener complex", but the truth is, I notice this because it's a habit of mine I can never get out of.
For a moment, I think I'm smart, unstoppable.
But then I let one person ruin my mind.
And I know why.
I already think lowly of myself.
So, when someone else says it, it kinda proves it true.
I am just blogging rather than posting a poem or a story.
Because I let it happen that way.
I am weak-minded.
"I am indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error."
And then I get discouraged, and as I get discouraged, THE MUSE I had, has gone into hiding.
There's nothing left but a hollow shell of what was once me. She is gone...The spirit is gone.