Il Cavaliere Inesistente

I wake up one day to find that I can no longer write the way I used to write anymore. Is it because I’ve not been writing for a long time? Or is it because the passion and inspiration have been forgotten? I do not have the answer to this question, nor have I the answer to other questions. I must admit that I am the kind of person who keeps everything to himself. Loud and elaborative I might seem but all my true feelings are being hid deep inside my heart. Nobody has access to it, not even me because it reminds me of the irony that I’m living in. The problem with this system is that just like any storage device, it has its storage limit. Should it reach its limit once in a while, you can expect a tidal wave in my emotions. Sometimes I try to convey my thoughts in a more stylistic way but it always end up too be too abstract that people can’t really get what I mean, especially those whom the message was intended to. Recently I am really upset. Something keeps lingering in my mind and I c