Nothing to say

Pin It Evening washes over the park behind my house as the moonlight bathes everything in subdued shadow. The usual bustle of daily activity has since died down to the gentle murmur of crickets as the clocks slowly rolls closer to ten.

I discover myself inundated with thought; I find this surprising because I have had nothing to say as of late; and I still don’t. I was talking to a friend of mine earlier this week and I mentioned how I had felt drained, literally parched in the sense of language. I looked at my blog today and realized that I hadn’t written anything on it for one whole week; every time I’d sat down to write something, the words just wouldn’t come.

I had nothing.

So for a little while I’d sit and stare at the paper in front of me, jot down a few things, and then go and do something else. Blogging could wait—it would have to.

So I tonight I write. However, I write not because I have anything of great importance to say, but instead because I feel that I need to—after all, it has been a week.

Thanks for being patient, I hope to return shortly—personality and all.