It’s the last full moon of this crazy year, ok and decade, month, week. I’ve also had crippling writer’s block when it comes to poems/ramblings. But something about tonight just made me tell my inner critic to shut up (finally), and just write. Hopefully one of these little nuggets resonates with someone else feeling out of whack right now too.
Now. Time for the fun task of trying to fall asleep while piecing more poems together in my head. Actually, it usually knocks me right out.