For the first time in my life, I find myself with nothing to talk about. No rants that need to spew forth. No musings about the nature of life, the universe and everything. No questions to be answered, no answers to be questioned. I got nothing.
For someone as verbose as I typically am, this is a very uncomfortable state in which to find myself. Words have never failed me before. Okay, that’s not totally accurate -- like everyone in my age range who takes as many medications as I do, the occasional “brain fart” will slip past, taking with it the one perfect word for which your brain has searched, leaving you tripping over your own tongue and sputtering. This is usually when the words, “Thingy and stuff” start to dominate your vocabulary.
But brain farts aside, my words have never vanished into the fog the way they have now. I actually feel empty, as if a constant companion has gone away.
So the question then becomes, how do I get them to come back? I suspect that the key lies with] my emotions, which are also taking a brief hiatus. When I can find my passion for something -- anything -- my words will likely return to me.
If you’ve seen (or heard) from either my words or my passions, please tell them I miss them and need them to come home. It’s lonely here without them.