Writer's Block

What is worse that empty, lined paper lying in front of you? A pencil moving light and slowly, beautifully but tired, over the sheet, that draws circles in your head, but on the paper nothing is written... The head upon the pillow, the eyes nearly closed- dreaming far away. In this dream, nothing has changed. Bright, it is. And oh, so wonderful. Dreams turn into nightmares, nightmares into reality. Reality is once again worse than our dreams. Then what is worse than empty lined paper? Reality, I tell you.