It's an average day in the neighborhood.

I don't seem to have so much to write about lately. For the most part, I just can't seem to find that spark for writing that I had so much last summer and fall. I don't even have school to write about right now and I don't know where my fic muse has gone. I remember so well last summer where everything I did brought a line or idea into my head that just wouldn't go away until I wrote it down. Now, the ideas are few and far between, and even when I get the ideas, I don't write them. I think something kicked off in my brain this year. I do know that my attention has shifted somewhat this summer. Instead of being for the most part bored and alone, I now have many people to talk to online, and one person in particular who never stops keeping me fascinated and thinking. I think my brain has shifted from one kind of writing to another. Just a thought.

Ponder a thought

What can be said, of the thoughts in my head
few with rhyme or reason
Words to be wed, and from my mouth oft bled
nary a call to be found
Belay the fear, and shed not a single tear
lest it all be undone
See it but here, the meanings less than clear
for tomorrow we weep
Below us we see, in written words much of glee
the thoughts ripped asunder
Is there a we, or nary one but remains is me
I cannot here tell