Blockage

No! I'm not talking about my nose, but as I write this, I'm still getting over a head cold I got on my vacation. The blockage I refer to is in my mind...yes, the mind. It is home to millions (guessing on number) of neurons all firing to keep you walking, sitting, breathing, and thinking. Unfortunately I think some neurons got fed up and went on strike. They've clustered together and are inhibiting...something artistic. I can't seem to form any words that go together in that beautiful form of expression known as poetry. It makes me angry and I'm afraid I may just pop. I just wanted you to know that something is just waiting to come forth into form, and even though it may suck...at least it'll be there. More to come...