Thing I realized/learnt in April: writing is still difficult and i don't really know what to do about it i want to give myself everything i want but i am scared that uncontrollable things will ruin it for me i want to get away for a short break i am tired. i don't like to make decisions. i don't find anyone interesting to talk to on consecutive days. i don't want to talk to anyone. i want to scream. i miss the ocean and beach. i miss the mountains. i miss the version of me wh

Aren't prompts supposed to make poetry easier to write? Then why is it so difficult for me to pick one and make my brain think of some...