While my beloved is washing her hair, and I have some fifteen minutes to write a few words, it is almost painful when my mind goes totally and completely blank.

Addendum (October 26, 2016)

I cannot but smile as I read this haiku, which I came across entirely by chance. It strikes me as something written in my youth. Or by someone else. Whenever my mind goes totally and completely blank, I now enjoy it to the hilt. And I forget about writing. Ever since my liberation earlier this year, I let my mind go blank at will and for as long as I wish. The bliss. Besides, I do my best to write as little as possible. Writing is for the birds, anyway.