passion, a rotting log

I almost forgot how to write. my mind went blank as fog. Thought I lost my passion, in the forest , like a rotting log Till a voice showed up to me it said, "its still there boy, try to leave the bed." "You are not useless, there's nothing to shame. its just a perception. thats all the game" Enough days of leasure, have done good rest. I'll be back at what I do the best. tayyab~