midnight musings

Writer's Block

I am warning you, this part makes absolutely no sense and is one of the worst things I have ever written. If you have any shred of respect for me, I advise you not to read this. However if you are a little rebel, go on and read this.

I clench my fists and crush my toes against the floor.

C'mon... think, think, think! Put it into words, you idiot!

My mind is like a thick forest and each thought is a firefly. Each thought blinks briefly then disappears.

I am tired of trying to form my visions into words, so to ease the stress, I clench my fists and crush my toes against the floor.

My thoughts have no life to them, they are just snippets of wannabe works.

They flaunt themselves prettily, but when I reach out for them, they quickly dissipate.

What a tease...

Uneasiness and frustration settle in my stomach like a sinking stones.

My blank screen mocks me to no end.

As I search the recesses of my mind for any sort of spark, I watch the rain fall outside of my window.

Bolts of thunder— excuse me, lightning— shoot across the sky with vivid illumination.

Flash! 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Boom!

The temptation of sleep is sweet and juicy in my head, but I must write something.

Maybe this hodgepodge of my nonsensical musing makes no sense to you (and to be quite honest, it makes no sense to me either), but somehow this all feels right.

And in this moment, my inability to conjure up anything slightly decent makes me feel much like a certain Longbottom.

I feel like my train of thought has long been wrecked.

Anger bubbles inside the pool in my gut, and I clench my fists and crush my toes against the floor.

I am a failure.

I sigh and look back at the window. The sky grew darker, and the daunting storm continued.

I am an utter failure.

To put you out of your misery, I will end this terrible piece.

I was never good with endings, endings are too painful to bear,

so instead I say,

See you next time, my friend, and, as always, stay lovely.