too long since I last wrote...

It was quite weird writing a poem after more than 10 years. There is
the apprehension, the slight fear, that the words will not flow any
longer. I still cannot write on demand, not while looking at a blank
piece of paper. "The Moth and Flame" started out as a few random
lines I thought of while in the shower. I started to write it down
two hours later. And finished it (or posted it to the blog) after
another 2 hours.

Rusty is the word which comes to mind.

--andoy