I fight to write.
Can’t put words to paper.
So tired. Words swim on the page.
Barraged with words, never ending words.
Posting. Tweeting. Facebooking. Instagramming. Googling.
Cutting, biting words replaying in my head and in my heart wearing damaged tracks in my brain and my soul.
Need to find a way to counterbalance. To find the silence.
The place between words.
What does the silence say?
What writing comes out in the silent spaces between the words?