Writer's Block

I don't want to quit, coz there is a crazy thing about quitting that makes u want to come back, and knowing that I have shut the doors myself, it would only lead to regret - one thing I do not leave any place in my life for.

Yet, for the sake of quality of writing, and continuity of thought – and the lack of which pains me.. . . . Would a break help? Or would it just be an eyewash and an easy way to do the unthinkable without really saying it out aloud.

I am quite attached to this place, and I believe I have more to give it, but for some reason unknown I am not able to deliver my potential, which leaves me frustrated.

Like they leave the land un-ploughed for a few seasons so that it regains it fertility, and they let the elastic stretch banking on the force it would rebound with, do not mind the receding of tide, trusting it will hit back ashore, and let the moon wane in silence, knowing it will come back shining all too soon. . . . .

Maybe that is a phenomenon life goes by and has to abide to.

. . . . . . . till inspiration scores a run home. . . . . . .