What do you say when you have nothing to say?
Being creative can be hard when it's so easy to sit and consume. Reading poetry can be such a bore and writing it even more-so. How can I write about longing and the feel of a tug at the heart when the objet d'affection is lying in bed next to me? How can I write about words left unsaid when I tell them of my adoration every day? Jesus. Christ. Happiness can be such a pain.