abunai

I feel distinctly that I have something to say or write or draw. However no words or images are associated with this feeling. No poetry flows, no guitar chords, no oil pastel scene. It reminds me of a poem I wrote a long time ago... in the poem I imply that it is a lack of freedom that silences me, altho I don't know how exactly I am caged. I end quoting Joni Mitchel: "I love my lovin, I love my livin, but not like I love my freedom." I wonder what has brought these words to mind tonite and what it is I wish to express but can find no way to do so. Ah Sidhartha, the limits of words...

~Abunai