nothing.

i haven't written anything in awhile.
& its beginning to hurt.
i'm feeling heavy,
almost constipated with words.
but on the other hand,
i guess the silence between the pen
and the page is the equivalent
of listening.
i never spoke when i had
nothing to say,
only quietly observed...
growing stronger,
waiting patiently until
my mind refills with
words...

i just devoured this octavia butler novel.
one of my fave authors in the world.....

she is like a muse,
fulfillment for the empty mind,
she is like fuel.

so thankful for the mind & the gift
of the writer.