Couldn't write last night.
I was going to, then, I just couldn't.
The words went.
Down some vacuous dark hole, all dissolving in on themselves as they fell and landed where they should; at the bottom of a very dark pool.
Silty depths and salty self-pity.

They are really nothing compared to others and I forget that.
I always forget.
Far too full of my own fears and fascinations.

Finding words from nowhere, I wrote. But not for all to see.