is a simile for the writers block.
In the creative writing class today, I said that the writers block, in fact, is something to be worshiped rather than feared.
'Why?' asked the once burnt student, someone who has really faced the goddess.
because, I said, the writers block is the womb of all that is written. It is the source of inspiration.
just like cotton is the mother of thread, a writers block is the space where words are so pure that they don't even have an identity yet.
before a word became thread, it was shapeless, like a cloud of cotton.
but it was.
we could give up
our clothes and float
clouds of cotton.
if you don't get this, don't worry. enjoy this song.