rêves d'une âme perdue: inclined confusion

My response: "*But when I attempt to write, everything collapses into absolute nothingness. And I am left with silent words on an empty canvas. "

My battle with words continue as I lose the will to endure riddles found between letters, words, and phrases. They are too perplexing. Without much difficulty, I always find a white flag of surrender by my side. The challenge disappears. Defeated. I silently put away my laptop, shift on my bed, and turn to face the wall. Echoes of soon-to-be-forgotten words stir in the mind. The sounds fade as sleep overtakes me.

But no more.

I am here to conquer you. I shall write. I will write. I must continue to write.

I write to prove that I am able to complete small tasks. I can endure mental challenges. No more mind tricks or distractions. The quest towards self-improvement continues.