I stare down at the blank abyss.
It's mocking me.
I'm going on a week now.
Anxious sweat fills my palms.
I can not muster these feelings into words.
It is heart wrenching to watch so much potential dissolve.
I can not bear to stare at this blank slate a second more.
My sanity has reached its limit.
I yearn to translate this foreign language to beautiful song.
My body itches with distress.
Just one sentence is all it takes to pull me from the void.