Nothing to Say

    While there has been a lot on my mind, there hasn't been much worth writing. There are still daily stressors. There are moments of overwhelm where I don't feel like doing anything and then there are the moments spent walking dogs and running along trails to try to get out of my own head. But my living situation is more or less the same and I can't crash at my friends place much longer for a variety of reasons.  I have looked on Craigslist but the rooms are over my budget and not in the right neighborhoods. Thus, there is less to write about and it is harder to get into my meditative state. All that fills my head when I sit still for a while are lines I've already written in other poems on this blog. I'm just writing this tonight so that I can continue my writing goal of writing a post a day as many days in a row as possible. I have the time and energy to write, just nothing to say.

I sit here waiting for the words to come.
But they're not interested in stopping by.
I sit in silence and close my eyes,
only to have my own tired old lines
cross my mind.
There's simply nothing new to say.
There's simply nothing new.
There's simply nothing.