freefall

Don't know why but it's already two years since I suffered from mind block. I'm usually productive with words, but these two years I haven't resumed my stories at all despite all the definite ideas - somehow writing them down makes the ideas seems stupid and thus I relent. I used to produce about 2-3 poems in a month and these two years I only invent 10.

I don't know what to do. I really hate to put everything to a permanent halt but now even words only sound beautiful in the realm of thoughts. I've read somewhere that this is a natural thing happening on early stages when people trying something new, but two years?

Sometimes I would just stare to my old works and wonder how I could create anything like those.