All my prayers...

All these while I wondered what could have caused this emptiness. What could be stopping me from writing? I think I have found the answer. I need complications to make my creative juices flow. A serene and peaceful life will be the end of my talent. So what do I pray for now?

1:18 AM | |

 

1 comments:

Carol said...

I agree.. its the difficult moments that bring out the best.

January 13, 2010 at 12:42 AM  

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