A Year Without Inspiration

In my tenth year of writing, I lost my inspiration. Not Cavan, But my mind is completely empty. Updates started to come intermittently, Readers leave one by one, I make a living by working part-time, I also started to seriously consider it, Is it time to end this road? Until that year, Some words that I have long forgotten, In a "coincidental" way, appear in reality, Show up in other people's lives. They don't know me, But I remember what I wrote. So I started writing again. Not for success, But I want to find out—— What will words leave behind?