FROZEN BRAIN
Numb.  The house is full hatred.  Maybe that is the reason why I can’t think anything positive.  I know I should have to be more open.  I know I should be more fluid.  I know I have to be more obedient to the flow.  O whatever.  I just want to type and type and type until I get a crack on my head for some juicy staff to come out.  But no matter how I pound my head and no matter how the crack gets bigger and bigger, my brain seems to be frozen solid: nothing really flows.  Got to heat up.  Ice Cubes stuck in a tray for so long has to be washed over by flowing water from the faucet.  Maybe I just have to take a shower.  Nah, that won’t do.  I need something stronger than water.  I am thinking of hard drinks but it’s too early.  Coffee will do.  Sip.  Sip.  Sip.
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