...Writer's Block...
The blank page, oh how it taunts me so.
It laughs at me, digging deep into my soul as it hinders all signs of originality and creativity.
And though I still sit in this dimly lit room, staring, thinking, waiting… waiting for my sure-to-come insanity to take me over and end all that was promised.
Words, words that are not good enough, words that are not worthy, words that are a mockery to the art. Why must I write these words, why does my mind emit these foul creatures? Where do they come from, and why are they here?
They mock also. If not the same but worse then the empty white slate, oh how it poisons the page.
Wasted ink, wasted paper, wasted time. Time spent writing, time spent reading, and time spent thinking, thinking up monstrosities that ruin a perfectly good roll.
Pity…
