When the pen comes to paper and you have everything to say but nothing to write...

That's a pitiful day indeed because the words have left you, and you know thousands, millions of words, but they won't cooperate because they need don't you anymore.

And your head feels like a barren desert, because it's empty and alone.

Your hand lays limp on the desktop, holding a pencil in its grip.

You're nervous, scared, alone. The words never cared to stay too long.

Iridescent, Mystical, Effervescent, Specter, Abiogenesis...

All these random words litter my brain and and yet none of them fit the story my pen struggles to write.