Writer's Block The mountain is growing; Soon I won't be able to see over it. Around two tree's worth of paper Is towering over me, With scribbled scrawls Etched on faintly, As the ink Slowly Ran Out. And a million other ideas, A million mistakes, Which will be Forgotten, (Not forgiven) Are crumpled And unloved And helpless; Out of my head Forever. But I pick one up, Out of the pile And unfold it gently. I try to decipher the Frenzied thoughts Of a victim Of Writer's Block. I smile and realise: I can write about this instead.

Hello Hi! My name is Aliyah, and I'm new here... Sort of. See, I had an account around a year ago (time flies) but then some drama started and I just drifted away from Opuss. But now I wanted to start afresh (none of you would probably remember me) so I made this account Anyway, I'm excited to be back because I remember how much I loved this app, so let's see how this goes...