Tuesday, September 25, 2012


Lately I’ve been feeling like lemon rinds left over from squeezing out lemonade. I don’t have enough in me left to make things, to give. I can only take. There is nothing left to open up about, because there’s nothing left. I’ve been completely hollowed out, and now blank pages taunt me with their emptiness. Why can’t I remember how to do this anymore?


Skilled4Men said...

I refer to that as "Re-charge Mode" - Quite normal... and probably well-deserved! ;{>

LMB said...

Well, if that's the case, I'm damned to recharge overload. haha! Writers block and manic depression is a horrible mix. Like a bad martini.