HIBERNATION

Inspirational words for the day: You've got the music in you. Don't let go... You've got the music in you. One dance left... This world is gonna pull through. Don't give up... You've got a reason to live. Can't forget... You only get what you give.

As of this moment, I still could not write.

*War of the ego and self:
Ego: Then what do you call this?
Self: Freewrite
Ego: What's the difference?
Self: I'm just spilling my thoughts.
Ego: What's the difference?
Self: What's your point?
End*

Funny thing, I've been looking for fat books lying around the house with high hopes that I'd be reading them since I have yet to be inspired to write my story which I am supposed to finish by this week but due to this disease I bear (and also a disease my collaborator also bears) we decided that we moved this deadline to a later date. I really cannot write right now... Properly and cleverly with wit (and humor?) I'm still in the aftershock stage. Funny thing is that I don't feel lonely. (And I will not elaborate on this to you, nosy)

Tomorrow, I go on a 24-hour trip, an expedition to bountiful. Hopefully, I'd get my writing mojo back after. I don't know. I just want to rest. Think about nothing. Bury myself in the sands. Be pecked upon by a murder of crows. Have someone take my picture while being a snack so the person might win a prize of sorts.

I can't go on. I'm moving on. I am. Am I? I am. I just can't write. I can't. I don't know why. Do you know why? Tell me. (Note by ego: Oh just shut up)