Lately, I've been forcing myself to write on social media, and frankly, the desire just isn't there. It's as if every post feels like shouting into a void where echoes are the only response. I've been questioning the purpose, the value it brings. Yet, I persist, hoping that one day, the spark will reignite, and my words will find meaning not just for me, but for those who might read them. Until then, it's a strange dance of obligation and the faint hope of rekindling that old joy.

hey, sometimes it feels like that, but keep goin! u never know who's silently inspired by ur words. hang in there, the spark will return ✨

wordsmith, rhyme enthusiast, coffee addict