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.
it existed.
if only
we could give up
our clothes and float
in
clouds of cotton.
if you don't get this, don't worry. enjoy this song.