Feeling uninspired… No fanciful tales come to mind, no creative imagery. The artful domains of my brain are but a blank canvas. The poetic whirl of words that usually flit about me head have left; on a quest to find something to say, to find that event or image able to convey meanings, overtones and feelings. But nothing comes to mind, no musings, neither thoughts nor little specks of light. There is but a gray fuzziness, which I cannot penetrate. So I am left in this void with nothing left to say…
Posted by munin at Noviembre 15, 2001 11:42 AM