I been wanting to write but I been doing more thinking than living. Normally my writing comes from reflections, recollection and congestion. It’s helps me vent and be creative. Right now it’s like I have the concepts but not the words.
What I honestly think it is, is my living going stagnant. I haven’t really done much in the “living department”. There’s been no shock to the system. There’s no overwhelming emotional moment to take in and digest. Then again maybe I’m just overthinking it. Maybe I just need to relax, get peace of mind and let the words fall out when it’s time.
As long as I want to create, I will. However, it may require me to vacate social media for a minute to get back to that great mental spilling place that I love to be in.