Has my muse gone missing? Maybe.
More likely, I buried her whilst succumbing to the sirens’ call.
Singing. Watching. Sitting.
TV. Movies. Generally sitting and getting fat.
The longer I went without writing the harder it is to will myself away from the distractions.
That is… until now. Sitting in bed sick. Tired of TV. Tired of sitting.
Miserable.

It’s a small start. Pathetic.
Like me.
Silencing the silence sometimes takes sickness.