Everything Is Going to Be Okay · 12:15am Jan 11th, 2021
The page stretches out before me. White, endless, empty. A cursor blinks, over and over, restless and waiting and unsatisfied. I want to write. I have to write. I can’t write. I wait for words to come and they don’t. It’s been a long time since they last stopped coming. I hoped they wouldn’t leave again. I hoped I’d keep them rolling, keep the gears turning, keep the words spilling forth like letting off a pressure valve, write like I was writing before.