– clearing hedges and hurdling the freeway – 

What is it that’s supposed be in here? I wish I could write like I used to, but I feel so far from thinking clearly. It’s as if all words have escaped the dictionary, and I’m left scanning the empty pages for expression. Blank stares: everything recieved and everything given leads me nowhere. Preparation is taken, and equipping is underway, but where is the match to light this rocket. So many others are in orbit, but I’m left here grounded, thinking about what it must feel like. Well, that’s a start. Give me two sticks, I’m about to create friction. Let’s see where this leads.