Writers Block

It is like a sneeze that will not come out! My mind is engulfed with thoughts about karma, intuition, love, lost, God, friendships, and self. A mixture of connect the dots and walking through a corn maze to place my white flag on a blank piece of paper. I am in the mist of a storm to place matters in the correct corner, however in the meantime I have no sentence worth a penny of its original contemplation.