I am not writing and doing nothing because I need a break from working, I am doing it because I am upset and I am trying really hard to escape myself.

I changed my mind.
I'm not doing it anymore.
I don't need to add anything else to everything that's drowning me.
Two weeks would be hell
And I don't think it will make me happy.
I just won't be happy period.
There's not much I can do about that.

That sudden momet
         When you find the key
          To your writers block
         And poem after poem
          Floods in like a wave
          To your mind
          Begging you to write
          To share every
          Thought with the
          Strangers of the Internet
          As your fingers itch
          Trying to write
           Faster and faster
No matter how tired
Or how late
           You keps writing
           Because you need
           To get every idea
            On that plain white page
           Before the cursed writers block
            Seeps back into your brain.
I'm having one of those
Moments now.

Things were bleak
And dark
Dreary
And deadly
It looked like
Nothing would help
And somehow
Things got better
And now
Everything
Is gonna be alright
There are still problems
But I know that somewhere
There is a solution
And so I should be happy
Yet I feel empty
Like a part of me
Is missing
Hollow
And alone
It's not a sadness
That lets me cry
It's not depression either
I'm out of tears
Yet out of smiles
Simply
There
Lonely
But not alone
Hollow
But full
Sad
But not crying
Tired
But wide awake
Talking
But not speaking
Smiling
But not happy