Sometimes I wish I had the capacity in me to just write or stop entirely. Halvsies was never my thing.
As it is, I have this love / hate relationship with words in general at the moment. There will be times where the need to write will be so overwhelming that I’m scribbling sweet little nothings on anything I can find, my own body parts sacrificed to the writing gods on occasion. Then there are times where only blank space resides. Silence. Echo.
Recently, I’ve had more blank space than I care to admit. It makes me wonder if this ship has sailed from me as well.