Something hidden and not easily seen

An open letter to sanity,

creativity,

sleep, rest,

subconscious, ego,

mind,

soul,

myself,

the other,

heart:

Seconds, minutes,

hours passed, but my mind couldn’t

come up with anything at all.

I never thought it was possible to stare at the blank screen for hours, but it was.

I never thought it was possible to not type a single word after staring at the screen for hours, but it was.

I never thought it was possible to yell at myself soundlessly, but it was.

So many possibilities.

And you are one of them.

You have been

occupying

my

mind more than

usual lately.

Perhaps that’s why

it’s not

functioning

well at

all.

Need my sleep.

🐋