However, I sit here tonight and no words come to mind. It is as though my brain has been cleaned of all experience. On some level I feel comforted by the lack of pressure inside myself, which usually compels me to write.
I almost feel calm and peaceful.
A feeling which is rare for me to experience.
I like it.
But at the same time the unfamiliarity feels odd and sort of worrisome.
Am I experiencing writers block?
Or is it simply my minds way of telling me to relax and take a break for a couple of hours.
I suppose I will find out tomorrow.