ImYourZero

i miss when I could write, elegantly and creatively, when the words flowed from my finger tips in rhythmic patterns of pain and beauty. now my sentences run together, making poems and prose than leave the reader confused, and the artist exhausted. i can't say what i feel and no longer feel what i say. the thoughts are no longer tangible, the meaning far from arms reach, and i'm backed up, filling with frustration, about to explode. i just want to express how i feel without the constant road blocks, i want to be able to see the road ahead instead of choke on the fog that is filling my brain. the emotion runs strong even though the literature i

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Photography has always seemed to be my light in a world of darkness. A camera around my neck has always been my diamond necklace, and looking through a lens always put everything in perspective for me. But after a semester of "real" college I'm afraid it might not be what I want anymore. I crave to be creative, but I just can't seem to find it in my anymore. I know people say just chill, relax and let the creativity come to you but it has been so long that I'm afraid it may be gone forever. So I'm thinking about minoring in Photojournalism Majoring in Veterinary Medicine or something else. I just want to change the world, but I really