With the good...

Well, folks, you never know how horrible and mind numbing Writer's Block can be until you get one. That lasts for months. How does that happen? Every time my fingers wrapped around a pencil or hovered over the keyboard my brain flat lined and I lost all my creative abilities. There was only a little bit of creative juices coursing through my blood and I think I bled it all out when I got that paper cut a few months ago. Damn. I wanted to write about my journey through Love and everything I've been learning about this god awful world and how wonderfully disastrous we can be. I wanted to write about these flowers I smelled a few weeks back and how they reminded me of a home from another life time. They were pink with purple hues and they were sweeter than honey and as I put them in my car to drive home, the radio blared out "16 innocent victims were killed on accident in Afghanistan" and it reminded me of home. With everything good there is everything bad and maybe that's why I can't write anymore. I want to write about everything lovely but then I can't ignore everything ugly. How could I?