On the contrary.
My usual stream of consciousness writing has stopped.
I feel empty.
Empty of thoughts.
I feel so much, but nothing at all.
I want so much.
But can't.
For so long, I've been waiting.
And now, I'm realizing, that I've been waiting for the wrong things.
It's time for new dreams.
New things to wait for.
Or maybe, for waiting to stop all together.