NOT A CLOUD IN SIGHT

i've been trying to write again but i never seem to go beyond the urge. i take out my pad and a comfy pen and then...stillness...silence. i'm looking around and searchin within to no avail. the weather's been great and i'm feeling good. suddenly i have nothing to write about. blue skies and good times don't seem to facilitate a bleed-on-page reaction in me. i guess i could gush-on-page but this is somehow less than poetic and somewhat crude.

maybe it's this new fangled method. the internet - live journal. i'm made public, exposed and unmasked. i'm allowing judgement. i flinch everytime i submit a new post. a coupla weeks ago i met phil. he kept asking me what i was afraid of. i've yet to brush the question aside nor found an answer to my satisfaction. though he wasn't referring to anything internet related, the question is certainly relevant even here. it has a feel of one of those questions that can't be properly answered. it's the question to be begged. why? because. why tho? BECAUSE. the answers are something i feel but not anything i could ever explain. why? well...just because...