Resting Dry

I haven't been thinking.
I haven't been feeling.
I have been dry in those missing days...
Sheltered from the winter rain, resting.

I have been experiencing,
But not readily recording.
Eventual incidents walked past and lost,
Because words of such kind are not flowing...

Have I been complacent?
Have I been confident?
Have I been too proud of my founded knack,
My indulgence in your reading presence.

P/S:
I couldn't write when you realise my flair
but was dry in this winter rain's snare.