I dip my hand in a bowl of ice until my fingers feel numb. The ice melts away. The ability to feel sensations in my fingertips return. I leave my fingers in the waterbowl until the water cools down to warmer than the room temperature.
My mother walks past. Thousands of questions are raised in each of her expressions. But she chooses silence. I pretend the silence does not bother me. As I have for all the years that went by.
Something floats in the bowl as I stand up to throw the water on my neglected chilli tree. It is the ghost of the words that escaped my fingers. Words that never found their way through an ink tunnel into soft feint lined sheets. They were always frozen on the tip of my tongue as if I licked a stop sign in subzero weather and had my mouth stuck to it.
0 creative ability, 0 skill level, at 0 existential capacity but I told myself I will finish these prompts and I'm still struggling like 4 months later, help
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Comments (8)
Oh yes. A very familiar feeling, the deadly silence of a parent, who do not know how to speak about emotions or have any difficult and deeper conversations.
Sometimes, they, too, perhaps never had anyone to speak to, so the cycle continues.
At least you're producing masterpieces 4 months later :sparkles: :purple_heart:
I gave up in October itself :joy:
I wish. I feel like I am a 3rd grader writing in my school journal :sob: :joy:
I keep giving up and picking it up
Reply to: DASH
A third grader prodigy who nonchalantly writes poetic masterpieces in a journal :relieved: :purple_heart:
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NO STOP THAT IS SO YOU :sparkling_heart: 🥹
Quite well written for someone with "0 creative talent" lmfao :+1: :+1:
thank you :see_no_evil: