It’s hard to come up with subject matter lately. I’m preoccupied with other things concerning my ovary situation. The pain, etc.
I want my mind to go other places. Think about things and come up with solutions and observations. But, there seems to be so much clutter in my mind right now, there’s no room for thought.
Let alone poetry. I let the muse move me when I write. I can’t force it or I get crap.
My senses go into overtime and I need to take it down with some ‘silence’. Music helps, but silence is indeed golden. I need to empty my mind. Reboot so to speak. So much clutter.