the loss of creativity
Helpless, captive, tied up and blind. She was always there, but everyday life and pressure press her into a prison of feelings and gloomy thoughts. That you can not free her eats you up, makes you more tender.... Your thoughts circle around. She was always there? Looking for help, you look around for someone who loosens the shackles.
But from the "prison of no creativity", you're the only one who can liberate yourself and your creativity.
An extended horizon and free thoughts help you to find the key <3