I used to have so many ideas, I used to have words for years. The amount of words I could write based on the most stupid of my fears - on the slightest hint of the smallest prickling of my tears. Now the only fear I have is that I've wasted all my words. Inspired once, now nothing no one's never heard.
And here I am still tapping my heart away, with nothing left to write and even less now left to say.