11/19/2012

Have a terrible stomach ache at the moment, so going to randomly write in hopes that it takes my mind off of it. Another long day at work. Another night of having no want to write. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it and it scares me. Lose a gift like this and does it ever come back? Or does it just fade into something of a dream deferred? Maybe I need to try not writing anything. Or, maybe not every and anything. I wish I could write some poems right now. I miss my love, but even in her absence, the words remain lost. My mind- far away from the world and distancing itself from me. Too caught up in reality, I guess. Maybe this ranting will help out some. It has in the past and I hope history repeats itself.