Notes, laptop & tea "The things I couldn't write" For almost eight months, I couldn't write anything...Anything means nothing---- absolutely nothing. The journey from the pen to the paper, from my hands to the keyboard, seemed endless, as if the road was lost, or maybe I lost it. I had no idea how or where to go -- stuck in the middle of nowhere. My hands ached, my head throbbed as though an invisible hand were tightening its grip around my skull, my feet felt heavy and tired

the crazy me went on to weave an unrealistic dream spun out of the void that very day crossed my mind today the day i waited for you near...