I’ve not felt like writing much lately. Distracted by passing obsessions and fading vices. The muse inside is asleep. I fear it would fade entirely, then I remember my life long curse. When an obsession takes hold through OCD, the hold is firm and unrelenting. It threatens several aspects of myself, such as writing and poetry. Words will fleeting dash across my mind, vanishing like a dream when I try and recall the ideas. Only the current, hopefully temporary, obsession remains. What will I do about this and that. How will I handle each situation regarding anything other than the pressing need to do a thing. I keep these “things” to myself, they are my burden to bear. So while you might see a sneer or a glare, know that it’s only temporary. Something has a hold on me again, and the battle is reinstated. I often hope that I’m the only one with struggles like these, again I would never wish this on anther human being. Consumed so fully by a task, habit, show, game, etc. Thanks for listening, until next time. Peace to you and yours.