To feel the urge to write but to have nothing to write about. Or, more so to not have the will to write about things one wants to write about, rather, than them not being there to write about. So, instead to relieve the incessant flow of mental diarrhoea I shall write about nothing. However, I do write about something. I write about the dilemma I find myself in – which is something. Perhaps this could unlock the waterfall of words that wait to fall upon this lit up screen. Maybe not. I feel as though this ridiculous babble will not be meaningful for anything other than to satisfy my need to write.
‘And that’s alright’, I write.