Makes perfect sense to me, hoot. Right now I am neither- well, in love, but stuck in limbo- knowing how the person feels (actually doesn't feel) for me. My rush of early feelings have deepened of course but they have no where to go- needless to say, I find myself writing absolute crap. I feel stuck inbetween that proverbial rock and hard place. And I feel lifeless. Unfortunately that also shows in the writing.
oh well. Creativity goes in phases- right?
loved the Zelda quote.
And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda