Silent pen, lonely heart
I miss writing poems, but I realize that I can’t write them when I’m not “connecting” with other people…and my life as it is right now is devoid of people who stir my emotions in such a way. The last time I picked up a pen and put down a poem, I was at the start of a new friendship and lamenting the need to end an older one, both with people who I now know are bad for me. Now, I can’t write, and more importantly, I’m back to missing that connection…if I ever stopped missing it at all.




