Awash

I feel like this all the time. I'm trying to get something done, an essay written. But instead of typing, I sit there, staring at the blank screen, paralyzed. I don't have a train of thought, words don't make sense, and I don't know what I'm trying to say.

So I chew at my nails. My phone feels irresistible in my pocket, calling to me like a siren.

The only way for me to not give in to the temptation is to give up on my task and just lean back in my chair. As far as it will go. And I will sit there, awash in dread. Sometimes, after a few minutes of sitting there, a sense of peace enters my mind and I start floating on the sea of tranquility.