Is it because you're afraid of rejection? Maybe you don't believe you have a point of view? Maybe you don't have anything to say?
Why is this beautifully destructive world living in the dust of yesterdays success? Are we now afraid of creating? Is dust not remnants of a past? Why are you not writing?
You're filled with the world but refuse to share your bounty you gluttonise animal. You consume without an end in mind. Is it because you're empty inside? Is it because the only meaning you find is in the code of an upvote? Are you so lost that you need others to tell you where you lie?
Why are you not writing?