The Blues Again?

I really have no idea why I'm feeling this way. I was seated in front of my computer, intending to continue where I stopped the last time. Then the great emptiness came down upon me. I thought of him. His smile, his laugh, his nearness, his voice … I just stopped writing after that. I couldn't continue. I suppose he is still my hero. Even if I didn't fashion Jorg after him, writing about the hero Jorg still evokes my hero. I know it sounds crazy because he has not been present for so long. I thought I had gotten over him. Apparently I haven't.