Inspiration is a funny thing. And tricky one. Sometimes words are just flowing and there are times that you can’t get even few in the line. Always thought that inspiration has something to do with feelings. You feel something, therefore you have something to write. Not the case. These feelings are bound to be concealed and their only purpose is to make me stronger (more cynical?). I have million of words, but it seems that global crisis has done something to my words too. They are in inflation mode and losing their price at an alarming rate. Maybe I should preserve them for the better times.
People say that timing is everything. Words, words, words. Our pathetic tries to make things look better than they actually are. Our attempts to make a cliché out of everything. Words that are not used to express feelings, but rather to conceal them.
I really feel guilty for not writing much lately. Maybe it’s just my love to whine, but it seems that I can’t catch a break lately. I know pretty well that it’s selfish not to write about what is going in Azerbaijan, but I really can’t think about politics, economy or anything close to that right now. I know that I should focus everything on Adnan and Emin, but focus decided to take a long trip along my inspiration. And they are not coming back anytime soon. Well, feeling guilty and sorry for myself wouldn’t do any good and surely won’t change anything, so I guess I just should torture myself to focus and start writing once again. Which I will do starting tomorrow.
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