And as I write these lines,
I long even as my fingers dance,
forming the potential
to be better.

And as a writer,
as a appreciater,
a critiquer,
a lover of words in general,
I find lately even insecurity here, among what I've always loved the most, where I've always felt the most free...

In my passion, I can't... find... words!
Is this what writer's block is?

Ughhhhh!