A naked curiosity...

...that I love so much to write and yet I feel like finding the urgency, or subjects to write, somehow elude me. I want to write...I love the release of bottled energy felt when I can compose the dictates of desire, and know that it is indeed how I feel.

How do I do that...I know other dear friends of mine will write about the life they live, day to day, and I love that! It becomes an open journal for friends to keep in touch, and enjoy how life progresses. I feel like that isn't quite me...its not quite what I do....not quite what feels right to me...

I use the "naked curiosity" because that is how I feel...exposed because I have nothing to hold on to, nothing to share, nothing to keep, nothing to protect....naked. And then the status of mind is simply that curiosity overwhelms me, because I simply don't understand...

....a little help....

Am I crazy??