I’ve been staring at this blinking line on my computer screen for almost 45 minutes, i keep backspacing every sentence i type and shaking my head about the denial that i may really be experiencing that dreadful grotesque illness called writers block. I’ve wondered before how with so much natural beauty and character everywhere how you couldn’t express yourself . I’ve always  have a good immune system but i cant shake this. From my trip to Chicago to my moms visit to Austin to just me daydreaming all day there is no shortage of  bizarre serendipitous experiences happening all the time, i should be overflowing and i am but they’re mostly just thoughts.There is so much in my head and in my heart.