I have been on Facebook a lot today and I am discovering that there is not much going on in my life.(Outside of all my sickness s )

I find myself reposting old stuff. My followers don’t seem to mind but I do!

Poems used to fly out of my brain as if I spoke in poetic language. As if they were already formed, but now not so much. Stories were the same. An Ideas would come to me and the story would just expand and go on.

I think I will write a story just to get back my mind. and see if it works.