When you write from your heart it just works. I have a few drafts half written, but nothing seems to make sense.
Today I cannot feel, I cannot taste, I cannot share, I cannot and will not.
I stay silent, in my “whatever”state.
I don’t know what’s coming. I don’t know where I am going. I am not blocked, yet I am not free. I am just nothing. I’m in between.
I am not sad, I am not happy
I am not mad, I am not closed
I am nothing yet so much is happening outside.
The heart is in a frozen state. It’s not peaceful, it’s not at war. It’s nothing.
I am absorbing it as it comes. But nothing comes. And that’s ok, it doesn’t have to.
I want nothing. I need nothing. And that’s ok. It’s simply silence. I know it will pass and I am not scared of the unknown. It doesn’t bother or excite me. It’s nothing. I don’t know why and that’s ok.
It’s “nothing ” for a while.
I am here and now. And that’s ok.