The Void

I look around only to find myself in solitude; my only friend, the keyboard. I only share this room with the four walls in captivity; The four walls which tend to present a barrier to my every thought. Writers block I once called it. I'm now realizing its a void. But with what could I possibly fill this void?

As I continue to present to myself solutions to this conundrum, I'm soon distracted by a tangent thought. -her- But why? Why does this thought linger in my mind so? My mind is now null, for I cannot get past my distraction. I wonder if she's thinking about me. Or if she knows I'm thinking about her for that matter. My soul, now drowned in thoughts of her. Does she miss me as much as I miss her? Does she reminise on the time we spent? What does she see in me? How could I have been so lucky to have had such a being grace my life?

UGH! Stop it! I begin to argue with myself internally. Why must my soul suffer over something thats not mine? Why must I fall so hard for something I can't have? I'm stuck. What do I do now?

I continue to sit. Staring at my computer screen. tapping at my keyboard whatever may come to mind. And it hits me. When I was thinking about her, though I was frustrated, I was happy. I was whole. Her presence brings joy. Her voice is alleviation. Her text are the cure to a rough morning. The answer is in front of me. But for some reason, I still can't get it right. Maybe someday she can fill my void. Sigh.

Until then...

I look around only to find myself in solitude; my only friend, the keyboard. I only share this room with the four walls in capativity; The four walls which tent to present a barried to my every thought. Writers block I once called it. I now realize its a void. I know how I want to fill this void. But that, I can never completely reveal until the time is right.