It is a blamy Monday evening and I am stuck, unable to pick up the dangling threads of my stories and unfurl them.
So many, yet none appeal.
I wonder if my mind has just clamped down on itself once more, with an inability to let go and wander.
I need to wander. Once more.
Into the wilderness of my own head, alone.
No beguiling lover enticing me away from myself.
For I am a weak competitor for the other loves in my life. Friends, her, family, the dogs, even the regular tribulations of trivial daily life.
I cannot compete with those.
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