It would seem that my words have left.
Receding deeper and deeper with all that I read and think and try to comprehend.
The world feels heavy.
The pull to shut this feeling down - to block it out - is strong. And never has it been so easy to indulge in doing so. The lure of distraction always within reach of the technology that lives within the wi-fi that surrounds me. Surrounds us.
But this "fix" is temporary.
The invisible wires that transmit an unfathomable number of words instantly provide a starting point but not necessarily the end of the true work needed.
I have learned to pay attention when my words turn silent.
It means I have work to do.