Writers Block

My mind feels light as empty thoughts cross my mind. I sit and try to write, but the words won’t flow. I sit in front on my dimmed computer screen, finding myself staring into its soul for some source of muse; some energy; something that can come across me and take my mind for a wild adventure. Something that will not only be a product of my constant tapping, tapping, tapping, and the keyboard, but a creation of my heart. I’m searching for something that can pull you into my world, something that would allow others to see who I am, what I am, and what I’m about. I sit and stare. The silence begins to drill a hole into my mind, and my body grows numb. Nothing is there, while absence is present.

I look over at my phone. The screen blackened from neglect. I press clear, only to see a picture of me and you. I feel it. The muse I was looking for. The electricity runs through my body as the words travel from my heart and out through my finger tips. First I am embarrassed of what I say and what I do. But then I realize it’s me. I realize that you’ve accepted me for what I am, as opposed to what I want you to believe I am. I let my emotions flow…