pause

it's difficult to be inspired again.

perhaps when you're empty as hell. and maybe this is a good learning. to not pour your heart out in one project. to save some fuel for the ride ahead. its a terrible feeling - to be like this, without a cause, just drifting aimlessly. hoping to get lucky, to wake up the next day alive and ready for the task ahead. but it doesn't come that easy. or perhaps i don't look hard enough. i try or is the game not to try at all? to give 'it', the elusive 'aha!', its moment of fame. to let it sneak up on you and take in the applause. it takes teeth to scratch the surface. and i'm headed for a root canal.

a friend told me a writer always writes. he must feel the need to at all times. only then is he a writer at heart. i can't write, not now i tell him. i don't agree with you either i said. i write when i must. i write when i have to. i write when my heart says it should, not when my head commands it to. i scribble in my head till i need to put it down or risk bursting at the seams.

perhaps this is my time to ramble. till i stop and begin to write again. someday, one day, maybe today. amen.



take your time he said
simmer till its golden brown
you could write today