MENTAL CONSTIPATION

Dark days. My mind is about to burst with ideas, reflections, stories. My memory can't hold on to them long enough to write down. It's like waking up in the morning and trying to grasp onto the last puffs of an evaporating dream. Such frustration! I feel that all of my ideas have slipped beyond my grasp, into oblivion. I'm frustrated beyond belief that I don't carve out enough time to write. I cry out of sadness for my mind can no longer retain the thoughts I want to remember.