I don't feel like weaving you a story in words I don't feel like writing I don't want to give you poetry to chew on I don't want to feed you I don't know what I'm doing now I don't know what I'm saying All I know is I'm not writing now All I know is I'm not staying.
I don't know when the urge to write will strike me again, but it certainly hasn't recently. This was more of an explanation.