writer's bloc
why don't i write anymore?
[edit: 10/8/06 5:11pm]
there was something else here, now there is not.
i've been allowing ominous clouds to gather. i've been brewing my very own storm. and now colliding winds have swirled a funnel of destruction that is on a jagged rampage through the placid cornfields in my head.
breathe in.
one.
two.
three.
breathe out.
maybe its all the purple haze or maybe its simply been too long since i've had a grim thought, but the last few days i've been constantly fixed on my own mortality. trying to imagine death might be the hardest thing i've ever done.
my fear has plateau'd.
i had planned ahead for the uniform, it was the unmoving body next to me that was urging me to leave.
where is my mind?
[edit: 10/8/06 5:11pm]
there was something else here, now there is not.
i've been allowing ominous clouds to gather. i've been brewing my very own storm. and now colliding winds have swirled a funnel of destruction that is on a jagged rampage through the placid cornfields in my head.
breathe in.
one.
two.
three.
breathe out.
maybe its all the purple haze or maybe its simply been too long since i've had a grim thought, but the last few days i've been constantly fixed on my own mortality. trying to imagine death might be the hardest thing i've ever done.
my fear has plateau'd.
i had planned ahead for the uniform, it was the unmoving body next to me that was urging me to leave.
where is my mind?