The truth is

I’m blocked

Writers block

Heart block

Thinking block

Whatever block

I’m not numb

Like when that black

Hole reaches up to claim me

I feel. I feel lots.

I just don’t trust those feelings

I don’t trust my thoughts

I don’t trust my heart

But, fuck!, How I love you

Still love you…

(from 4 December 2014, 23:45)