It’s Saturday morning, siting here staring at my monitor…
Trying to think of what to write, what to say, trying to feel my thoughts.
Trying to gather my thoughts…

Indeed it’s been long since I last pen down my thoughts…
Not that I’ve not been thinking, but my mind has been preoccupied…
Busy with much complex and deeper thoughts that are very pointed and directed
toward the very special one.

The one whose world collided with mine, and ever since then, I’ve not been the same…
We collided, we merged and melded together…
Our both worlds engulfing each other to form a new world…
A whole new world is emerging where we not I is becoming the predominant.

Just trying to think…
My poor mind still trying to think.
But the heart does most of the thinking now…

Some situations are just so enigmatic
That the mind can’t fathom…
Where to begin or what thoughts to think
The heart does the thinking this time

But oh, how deep are the thoughts of the heart
The mind, struggle it may to understand but to no avail.

There is a thought, a reasoning process of the heart
That the mind can never understand…
Just like the physical can never fully understand the spirit.
This is the mystery am facing…

Have you ever being in that space where vacuity prevails…
Oh the discomfort, the disorientation…
That seems to persist in this space…

Thoughts seem disjointed and malformed
Pulling together the mind takes more effort than usual,
There appears to be a chasm between the reasoning of the mind and the heart
For even reason itself is barely surviving in this space…

Some call it brain-block or mental-block
By whatever name they call it…
I say, it is most unpalatable and disconcerting experience…
As I sit here all alone wrestling to put together some coherent thoughts
To ascribe some meaning to this phenomenon…

Futility seems to stare at me in the face
But as I looked past it, I saw something in the distance…
Alas, there is an horizon, and from it shines a ray of hope
I could sense a gleam of hope breaking through…
Hard to believe, this is a phase and it shall pass.
I shall be free from this space…
Where vacuity reigns.

That sound…
It’s my phone, calling for attention again
As I picked it up and spoke…
It was the voice of “The One” on the other end

We talked, giggled and laugh together
About life, work and anything that comes to mind
Then a pause… In a smooth silky voice
Why stop writing?

What do you mean?…
I didn’t stop writing my dear
I’m just being distracted for now
Though my mind seeks to refocus
This is proven to be a peculiar challenge

Why the peculiarity?…
Because, because….
Because of “The One”
Who is…