The air is thick, unmoving. These days, even time feels like it melts a little in the heat. And maybe that’s why things have slowed down… especially when it comes to writing.
I keep telling myself to push harder — to create more, to keep going — but the rhythm isn’t quite there. The motivation is there, the heart is there, but the tempo… wavers.
Lately, views have been low. And I try not to let that matter. But it does affect me. Just a little more than I’d like to admit.
I think I need to find a new way. Not a faster one, but maybe a different one. Something that lets the music breathe again — and lets me breathe too.
Thank you, always, to those who still listen. Who stay. Even when the songs arrive slowly, even when the silence stretches longer than it should.
Voxyn
The air is thick, unmoving.
These days, even time feels like it melts a little in the heat.
And maybe that’s why things have slowed down…
especially when it comes to writing.
I keep telling myself to push harder — to create more, to keep going —
but the rhythm isn’t quite there.
The motivation is there, the heart is there,
but the tempo… wavers.
Lately, views have been low.
And I try not to let that matter.
But it does affect me.
Just a little more than I’d like to admit.
I think I need to find a new way.
Not a faster one, but maybe a different one.
Something that lets the music breathe again —
and lets me breathe too.
Thank you, always,
to those who still listen.
Who stay.
Even when the songs arrive slowly,
even when the silence stretches longer than it should.
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