Once upon a time there was a genious inside my head. Clever words was his speciality and i was its main source...I stopped knocking on his door and the words completely stopped coming as they used to. I am left utterly broken! I cannot grasp life as i used to. Is it over for me? Can I not go back to the way things used to be and remain in that fluorescent era? I need to meditate and think got back to the basics. Give a call to the earth and balance the world in my mind. follow the current of the water as i oscillates tranquilly...if thats even a word. Indeed I shall find that peace inside but one must first flow within the way of the universe. "One that picks up dirt, loses some ground."