As I sat down and try to write this,

I suddenly realize

an unfortunate truth:

I am out of ideas.

In my head, there is nothing.

Out of inspiration, out of things to write.

This was my biggest fear.

And my biggest fear was realized.

Weirdly, I wrote a lot for Quora.

Eleven answers just this week.

Yet, now, for the magazine,

My imagination is bleak.

I have nothing.

I yearn for something,

For anything.

But

I have nothing.

Skyguy

About Skyguy

No light
Next Post