So it goes...

What am I to do with all this silence?

I am writing because I need to. Not because I have anything to write about, not because there's something I'm just dying to get out, but because I don't know how to really write anymore. No matter what I do for inspiration it is just gone. Words don't flow out of me like they used to. I am no longer a poet, and I am barely a writer. The things that used to inspire me have no affect. Self improvement...fantastic...but now what? What am I to do with this horrible stop in the flow? What am I supposed to do about this inability to write anything I can be proud of? Hopefully, I can just keep writing and I will see it return. Maybe some of what I come up with will make it's way here. Sadly, nothing I've done very recently is worthy of anything past the trash can. Here's hoping.