I have spent several days staring at blank pages, blinking cursors, and QWERTY boards in desperation. Nothing comes to me. I look around at the Christmas decorations, tune in to the carols on the radio, and overall search for some beacon of ligtht. Something, anything that will have me going.
Yet, there is nothing.
There was a brief spurt of creativity that resulted in a short poem on Sunday night, brought on by a bought of heartache. However, as quickly as it came, it was gone.
Again nothing.
It really is starting to get to me. This lack of energy, ability. Now at the point where I feel really drained. So I'm searching online for stanzas of the great. Neruda, and the like.
Still nothing.
Doubt creeps in and I get to the point where I really don't even know if I want to continue writing. This block seems so immovable, as even music stirs no type of inspiration for me at this point.
Nothing
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