metaflow

i need to write more poetry. the flow, you know, is the way to go when it comes time to express my thoughts in verse.

but it seems my words are cursed of late. these rhythms and lyrics only procreate when the silence in my mind abates. and as the time goes by and by, the few triumphs i do lay claim to start to fall behind. and thus, my need for release is always great.

in short:

i can't flow, you see, unless i first conversate.