Wordless [1]

It is interesting. Today, I am speechless. So to speak.

As I am sitting here writing, I realize that I have nothing to say. Not one word. Which is odd, because here I am writing. So what am I writing? I have no idea. It is just that I know I must write. Period. It is like the proverbial shark who needs to keep moving in order to survive. I need to keep writing in order to survive. Writing is like oxygen to me. Without it, I will die.

Metaphorically, of course.

I am sure that if I stopped wri...