I am caught in the emptiness tonight. My thoughts do not want to coalesce and become this thing called, My Thots. This place is usually rich with ideas, needing me to simply sort through them and put them into some sort of order. The chore is often in the choosing, not the finding.
That is not the case tonight. It is as if my mind is wrapped in cotton, padded and protected and totally inaccessible. Usually the emptiness comes to me surrounded by gates, each one leading backwards, or forwards, to an experience, or hope, or dream, but not tonight.
Tonight I sit before my keyboard and I feel things of course. I always feel. It is perhaps my strongest emotion, the one that drives me to do the things I do. But the good judgment that always hovers over my actions has put restraining tethers on my ability to write about these feelings tonight.
In fact, I feel the emptiness becoming charged with feelings. Filling up with thoughts of you and how good you are, how creative, and cute you are. Flooding with thoughts of your beautiful relationships and the way you spread these things out into a world that barely understands.
Everything about you draws me and that is why I think there is nothing for me to write this night.
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