i have been staring at this notepad,
trying to think of something to come and write itself out on this page,
but nothing seems to work.

not the late nights, not the jitters in my hands, not even the lack of sleep seems to be having their same loving effects.

i'm not sure how to get out of this little bout of writers block, not sure how to connect again with my words.

i miss the feeling of feeling, and i miss that feeling of relieve i got every time i wrote out everything i tried to say and never could.