From slow to speed, how it rips me apart every single time
She was ready something bigger in life but just what held her back she couldn’t say. What was it that prevented her from unleashing her angel wings? She was disturbed and uncertain and it all came together putting the thunderclouds in the centre of her life. Her life slays her she thought to herself. She saw it build meaning out of nothing, slowly. There’s hardly room for being sluggish and then it all ripped itself apart, leaving her gutted and empty. She said to herself is this the sort of cruelty you really want from the hands of a writer? She titled it a writers block.