I fear I’ve forgotten how to write. I suppose that is a cop-out. I’m afraid I may be actively and purposefully avoiding putting pen to page. Why? I seem unable to come up with a proper answer for that particular question. I was hoping it would answer itself as it was asked, wishing a grand epiphany would knock me off my feet with revelation as to my reluctant sharing of thought.
I am still on my feet.
All I want to do is spill words on a page, pour them out into a puddle the size of an ocean and submerse myself beneath them. Instead they are building up behind a dam which surely must be ready to burst from the weight of them.
Do you ever simply find yourself with so much to say you cannot seem to say it?