I’ve thought to myself: If I stop writing, my heart must not be beating.
If I’m not yearning, my heart must not be burning.
Well, I’m not writing and my heart is still beating and I’m not yearning, though my heart is still burning.
There’s a song in my heart, but I’m not singing.
I think my brakes have locked up- I’m not moving – no where to go.
I’m exasperated.. Still, I’m enjoying the ride.. Just thought I’d tell you.