There Are Still No Words
It’s been three weeks since I’ve written anything more than rambling half-baked thoughts about how I’m not writing.
Instead, I lurk here in the shadows, contemplating the way the light hits my most intimate corners; how the southern sun soothes my soul yet steadies my mind almost too well.
I’m cracked wide open, vulnerable. The thoughts could grow pregnant with creativity at any point.
Any moment now…
But I have yet to give birth to an idea.
I suppose all there is to do is simply bask in the process.