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8:40 A.M. - Sunday, Mar. 20, 2005 All I feel is a black hole, a blank, a null, an empty space. I click off "Word", and my mind begins to race again flying across the internal freeway of thinking. Nothing I am thinking about has a beginning or end; it is nothing more than millions of fragmented pieces of my life's entries then taking off again like a shooting star. I cannot call this writers block, as my writing ability does not have this big wall-standing firm between my typing and I. Nor can I call this an attention blockade as I am in full control of knowing what thoughts are racing through my mind. I cannot seem to take them from point A to point B. Mind to paper. They are moving swiftly and giving me little time to reflect upon the concept of contemplation. I could find this maddening if I sat back and tried to understand why the words running amok through my mind have no familiarity to what I am choosing to express on paper. Even as I write this, my mind is flashing snap shots of my life. Nothing at this time,have I a desire to communicate. This may be time to pick up a good book and loose myself within an authors thought's. I will travel within another persons words for awhile. I have heard many times about people needing some rest and recuperation. It appears my time has come to calm this mind and fall into a story I have yet to read. This will be a much-needed rest floating along a sea of words created by a thinker that is in control of his/her muses. See you at the end of someone else's journey. Note: the book I have decided to cuddle up with is, "Extraordinary Relationships" (A new way of thinking about human interactions), by Roberta M. Gilbert, M.D., recommended by my special friend and mentor Zuzus-petals right here at Diary Land.
Sandyz
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