I have writers block. I have a mental block. I have so much to offer if it would just come out when I need it too. Instead I am writing this and burning a burrito that is my snack for the morning. My my how ideas come when you're just simply vomiting words on a page and hope they stick and they should because it is vomit. The messy part about cleaning up the "vomit" is how do you soak it all up with out being disgusted by it. I know, what a terrible way to look at it but my point is how do you work with it after the fact? Looking at the positive you will start to feel better depending on the situation. The clean up becomes the improvement of the scenario, I have all these words above, where do you take it from here? Part of me wants to abandon the paragraph but when you look at the big picture this all makes sense. Maybe it was that I was simply hungry and just needed that burnt burrito, (it was actually good) . Maybe I just needed to keep writing, never stop, keep trying and see what happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem