I used to call myself a writer.
That is, before I stumbled upon this really thick, high wall.
It sprang up one day, right in the middle of my creativity.
And blocked my motivation.
And, no matter how I try.
No matter what manner of explosives I use, I can't seem to go through this damned thing.
It's really high, too. I don't know how I'm gonna climb it.
There does seem to be a rope hanging down.
But I failed rope-climbing in Gym.
I was the kid who read, and wrote stories
I didn't climb stuff.
(That is coming back to bite me now, I guess)
Again.
So, how do I deal with this wall if I can't get through it and I can't get over it?
Maybe I just have to decorate it.
Lemons, lemonade and all that.
I can try, I suppose.
To adorn the wall that keeps me from pouring my heart on the page as I used to.
Maybe it has a good reason to be so cautious?
