sista
i am havin a block
i cyaan seem to get beyond one sentence
then i cancel and start all over again
then i confuse thoughts with reality
i hav got too many drafts now
it is impossible to finish them
they are now only good for the bin
but even that i cannot bring mesef to do
so i start reading a lot
and thinking a lot
thinking about writing
writing in me head
head full of meanderings
meanderings leading to nowhere
nowhere is everywhere
everywhere i look
looks to be disappearing into a mirage
a marriage of thoughts
thoughts provoked thoughts
it looks like the thoughts have spilled over
and caused the block to crumble
into a whisper
i am now listening to the whisper
it like likkle wind puffs caressing me face
i close me eyes and let me mind wonder off again
and slowly by slowly the block manifests itself again
and this time it is thick and thicker than thou
and i feels helpless and helpless
and it is this helplessness that mek me want to
break down the walls that block
but i think i banged me head too much
i shud rest lest i get a headache
if you do not understand any of this
worry not for i me sef do not
yet i feel the itch to scribe
scribble something to someone
as the saying humbly reminds us:
'the life that we live is the story that will remain'
i like to recount tales from our lives
even empty scribbles like these fill our lives (and our mailboxes!)
what is it that they said about thoughts
ah yes,
tis the thought that counts
in ya dis ya time y'all
