Frail

I feel sometimes like I have lost the passion to write. I used to write so much before, and now it feels like a river that has dried up into a stream. I'm so preoccupied with feeling inferior that I no longer have the confidence to write. My thoughts get stifled inside my head, with no paper to pour them out to. My vocabulary seems inadequate when I read the writings of my peers, my knowledge stunted, my imagination just a flickering candle in the wind. I want to write freely like I used to. Without worries of whether it was good enough. I want to write for me, and no one else.