You know its a good thing when I dont write.
There is no aching desire in my body to make sense of something.
There is no pain so deep that I have to write it out to let it go.
There is no fear. There is no lost in thought. There is no chaos in my mind.
I am just living.
And sometimes I wonder.
There is no mystery.
There is no love.
There is no heart ache.
There is no magic.
Is it really worth it-to not write?
Is it really worth it to live such a boring tedious life that I cannot take the time to reflect or explore.
I am exhausted. Busy. Exhausted. But I have nothing for you world. Just work and sleep and activities.
Is it a good thing.
Is it?
