I used to write... a lot. Words would just pour out of me. Now, not so much.
I got happy, and somehow I lost my words. My words were fueled by some kind of inner sadness, and now that its gone I cannot write!
I also am unable to draw, or take very interesting photo's... I can still make jewelry though.
I am not sure how I feel about this...
Maybe I need to load up my ipod with slow melancholy songs and read that section in The Host... You know, the section where Wanderer makes a certain decision, and there is some begging and a lie, and a sacrifice... Yeah that section. Maybe that would do the trick.
Meanwhile I guess I will go around smiling and happy like my picture here, even though I seem to have lost my words.
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