I just lay here and nothing happens
I hear my fan, the cars
Think about everything from work to what meal I want
I want to write but I can't.
The thoughts aren't translating,
the anticipation for my words is gone,
and the motivation is slowly burning out.
Writer's block at its best.
I miss my muse.
... F*ck you 2:15am ...
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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