kinda lost lately

whatever block, writers, artist all of them.
Even some of my cooking has not been up to par (though i found my rendition of a fried chicken steak using curry chicken breast fairly awesome)
i know i go through this, but i can not seem to finish the last part of my memoir concerning my operation and i am at the end of all i wanted to say.
i find myself lost.
little things interrupt me, for no good reason.
so i basically just spill that out and see where it takes me

whirlwinds

of time and space.
of forcing myself to do.
I am losing things,
gaps in mind,
i forgot it was July already.
Yes things are on my mind,
but there is new therapy,
to try to stretch my body to find more balance.
There is also work,
that which seems to explode in the summer
and this wears on me also.
And then there is the desire to be with people,
but some still play games,
i do not have times for games,
even if they are unaware that they are playing them.