The words used to flow out and the only work was for my fingers to catch them. They would have to type and type like some secretary or stenographer. Now my fingers are better at the job but the words don't flow like they used to. The ideas made a U-turn on the road and didn't tell me. Leaving me and now I'm stranded. Not able to make it to my destination. No service here so no connection can be made. I'll keep walking down this road and hopefully find myself with at least one bar. Maybe then it'll be easier.
I don't know but I feel like writing again.
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