At a Loss of Words

Writers Block

I lost my tongue. 

To be without, it's been so quiet. Millions of ideas with no ability to articulate the story I hold in the palm of my hands... The psychological obstruction from my inner thoughts to my finger tips is exasperating. I've never felt a silence so deafening.  

To write is to feel. To feel is to human. I've felt like an alien in this magnificently beautiful world that I've been unable to record. Where have I been? Chain smoking, hoping for a word. An insignificant interpretation of life... And then it hit me.

I was merely thinking too hard and forgot how to feel. 

Reviews

[alienated.aquarius]

i've felt the same exact way recently. writing about writer's block and the struggles behind it can be frustrating and therapeutic in a weird way, but i love how you articulated this. getting so wrapped up in emotions and analysis that being present feels foreign. i hope the writer's block fades soon!

[Gee]

And the harder you try the less likely the drought be broken. One of the best I've read regarding the dreaded block :)?

[Samuel Dickens]

The muse is often fickle, and like an untrained dog, doesn't come when we call. So I've found, it always does return, but we know not when. I understand your frustration.

[KCthelastboyscout]

That's the best solution I ever heard on this subject.great thought on this point.dont stay away so long