Here I sit

where you ask?

That is something i can not say,

you see where i sit does not matter

what matters is what i write when I sit

it could be about where I am sitting to

how my life is doing.

 

There are a million things

a million things people can write about

but at this very moment, here lies a blank paper

a paper that has emptiness spreaded all over

 

I am blocked.

Blocked from placing my thoughts into words.

Is this what writer's block is?

 

Here i sit once more

still trying to figure out what sitting has to do with writing

let me start over.

 

Here I sit

sitting in my room thinking of words

thinking of words to put into meaning

Never have I thought that you needed your mind to write

 

You see, my mind went on a journey

A journey to find meaning

a meaning of happiness.

 

The blankness of this paper reminds me

Reminds me a lot of my life

You see my life went down a path

not good a path, when my life hit the road

I could tell that it was never coming back.

 

Still to this day

I sit here once more

thinking of ways to describe my thoughts into words

but again it is full of emptiness

nothing but random thoughts scattered

across the paper.

 

Here I sit

still thinking

thinking of where my mind wonder to

you see when your mind has gone insane

there is no way of getting it back.

 

• J.D.