Lately, I’ve been stuck in this strange emotional purgatory. It’s not sadness, not quite loneliness. It’s kind of emptiness, but more like a disconnect from everything, even myself.
What am i feeling?
It’s as if I’m not feeling anything at all. Or is this the feeling of not feeling? Could it be overwhelming?
Is it really emptiness? Maybe I lack the words to truly describe this feeling.
I can’t quite put my finger on this emotion.
Many stories are buzzing in my head to share here, but the spark to write them, to truly feel them, just isn’t there.
So, I am not writing them now.
Thus, I’m taking a break from my blank page, or what I call my sensual fantasy world, and revisiting and resharing some older pieces here that may have been shared before or maybe not.
Maybe just maybe they’ll jog something loose, help me rediscover the name, or untangle these emotions, making me feel alive.
Among these old writings, some are darker and more lustful, while others are raw and honest thoughts and opinions (outside of my sensual/erotic pieces), inspired or frustrated by the bitter harsh realities that have happened or are happening. I’ll gradually share them one by one until I rediscover the energy to create new narratives.
In the meantime, I’m here, immersing myself in your blogs, soaking in your perspectives, experiencing this unnamed feeling, taking a deep breath, and trying to untangle the knot of these emotions within me.
When/if I figure that out, I’ll share it here, raw and unfiltered. As always!
Shimmering Muse 
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