There is a voice screaming in the head - "There are things to do..."
There is an inertia tugging back the mind - Cannot move an inch...
There is the urge to fly - The wings are still in the making...
There is a morbid fear - Searching for a place to hide...
The heart desires to create - The mind refuses to imagine...
The face yearns to smile - The heart remains frozen...
PS:
I've not written in a while, not because I could not squeeze out the time, not because of writer's block, not because I had nothing to say, simply because I didn't feel like it!
Writing is gratifying. Sometimes, "Not writing" is liberating!
Thanks for all the messages during my self imposed sabbatical. I came back to them time and again!
