I'm supposed to write this. Something for the masses. And I find that all the words have left me of late. I sit and stare at the paper and it just is. And I am, but we are not together. It would be tragic, if it could be considered remotely sad. Its not like I don't have thoughts. This morning I swam a mile and my head was full of things and now its empty.
Its always empty the moment the ink is ready.
