A Confession

Its huge, this mountain of a block I’m facing, the infamous writer’s block. I haven’t really tried I know, but when did I ever…when did I ever actually try to write. It happened, like the cascade of a waterfall. Even now as I write I’m being pulled away, to retire, to let all this be. Such has been the struggle, if you know what I mean. So much has transpired around and whilst we are in the midst of this gigantic upheaval, I have no words. The earlier me would have written volumes on each and every passing day, second, thought, implications and God knows what. But here I am, struck by a severe pandemic within, and it isn’t recent. If it happens to you, this writer’s block, God forbid, no amount of pandemic can restore you. It cannot.