Ugh

I cannot write.

I wish to write,
My fingers itch to twitch with the movement of a pencil,
To flick across the screen of my phone,
I yearn to let the words of a reality that is not my own flow through my fingertips so that all may see its beauty.
Yet I cannot.
Because writer's block is a bitch.
And therefore,
As much as I try,
As much as I wish and yearn,
I cannot put words to the things that spin around in my head,
I cannot write the feelings and ideas that flit in and out if my mind like birds on a breeze.
Because writer's block is a bitch.

Damn you, writer's block.