Not writing anymore

She asked me why I haven't written since.... I gave her an answer that isn't untrue.

But... I don't know, really.

Did I become that emptied out, that the pot had no more ink anymore.
Was it too wasteful, to express?
Was expression itself, deemed pointless now?

Was that a turning point? Was it a trigger?


Is this baggage? Or is this growth? Or just, is.