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Have anything to write, writer?
What happens when the writer can’t write?
What happens when the director has nothing to create?
All the people that had what made them who they are, suddenly run out of the joy.
They love what they do, but can’t find it anymore.
Lovers lose the love.
Parents lose their children.
Teachers teach the same thing again & again & lose the entertainment.
Some people think it’s a relief when they can’t do what they love to do.
The writer likes that he has run out of things to write about.
& that’s when people get lost.
Who is the writer if he can’t write anymore?
Where does all the passion go?
The director loves directing movies & now he tries to direct his life in a good path because he is lost.
Wandering around the face of the earth wondering where it all went wrong.
Where does the love go when there is no lover?
Does it fade away, why didn’t it grow?
How do the parents that lost their children bare the pain?
That is the bravest that there is.
The new teacher moved in, she’s fitting in.
But after a while;
she says “it feels likes exile..”
Not knowing where to go from here, not knowing what will come next.
We lay down & rest.
What happens when the director has nothing to create?
All the people that had what made them who they are, suddenly run out of the joy.
They love what they do, but can’t find it anymore.
Lovers lose the love.
Parents lose their children.
Teachers teach the same thing again & again & lose the entertainment.
Some people think it’s a relief when they can’t do what they love to do.
The writer likes that he has run out of things to write about.
& that’s when people get lost.
Who is the writer if he can’t write anymore?
Where does all the passion go?
The director loves directing movies & now he tries to direct his life in a good path because he is lost.
Wandering around the face of the earth wondering where it all went wrong.
Where does the love go when there is no lover?
Does it fade away, why didn’t it grow?
How do the parents that lost their children bare the pain?
That is the bravest that there is.
The new teacher moved in, she’s fitting in.
But after a while;
she says “it feels likes exile..”
Not knowing where to go from here, not knowing what will come next.
We lay down & rest.
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