Missing Links
You’re stuck with phrases in your head that will not coalesce, instead they skitter into shadows where your synapses can’t find them there and figure out why they have fled.
They speak to you while you’re in bed but memories of what was said are gone and so you cannot share; you’re stuck.
It’s not so much your muse is dead or that your need to write has led you down a path with words to spare. Within that empty darkness, stare at thoughts you merely wish to wed; you’re stuck.
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