Missing: My mind.

I'm not in the mood to write.
If I haven't yet made myself obvious.
I'm also not in the mood to read.
But that doesn't really effect you.
Actually I take that back.
It may actually effect you,
(i.e. cause and effect).
Who knows.

Either way, all I've been doing is thinking about
writing and reading.
When I lie in bed or stand in the shower I wonder about
potential topics I could write about.
But I make nothing of them.
I sit around anticipating the knowledge
Freud will bestow upon me with Dream Psychology
and the nostalgia some fiction writing
author has yet to offer;
such as my recent favorite, Kurt Vonnegut.
But I do nothing with it.

Something is wrong.
Something is missing.

And I want it back.