Blocked

"Never explain yourself. Your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it."

That quote has been resonating, in my mind, all day. As a creature of pure randomness, I find myself caught in the confusion of contemplation and confession. You see, I've always been one to delve deep inside myself and deliver doctrine of what it is to be...me. Yet, life has had it's way with me, lately, and it's become a lot harder to bring forth blessings from my being. Pen and paper always shared significance to me. It was a way of staying connected to myself when such disconnect was taking place around me. It kept me grounded. Kept me sane. But, with what I was dealing with, it seemed inevitable that my lack of expression would spill over into my metaphysical. "Why was I writing, in the first place?" became the only question buzzing through my consciousnesses.

Years have passed and I'm still faced with the same mental block from my past. I've decided that the only remedy for this ailment is to dive, head first, and force the muse. As my mind races, I plan to reach up and grab what's floating by...until it all makes sense.

Hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do!