shadow of a dream

so we've both come to realize that we have our moments, rather many in fact where we're out and about living life and as something strikes us, we start thinking hmm, i wanna blog about this and the words form a line and the sentences ar econjured up in the bold and creative recesses of our minds. but when we're faced with the blog post screen or even a blank journal for that matter, all is lost. something holds us back. for me, a lot of the time it is someone that holds me back. oftentimes that someone is me.
talking about our washed out writing aspirations helps shed some light on the stash of hidden sentiments gathering dust in the storeroom. perhaps, together, spurring each other on as individuals, we may once again find the burning passion to write in a voice that speaks to everyone and no one in particular. a voice that is constantly heard...