Unimportant Scribbling

I want to write but I wouldn't know where to begin. Should I tell a story? Maybe jot down some song lyrics forming in the jumbled mess that is my mind? Or how about just rant like I tend to do? I don't know. I could write about the crescent moon and how I always see the Cheshire Cat's smile looking down at me. I could write about the way the grass makes my skin itch, although I still lay in it more often than most. I could even write about the way the summer's nightly breeze carries all of my problems away, and the fireflies who bring me nothing but happiness, as temporary as that may be. However, even with all of those options, I still have no inspiration. I could take a more dark path and write about the way my mind takes everything bright and makes it dull, or all of the ways I've considered leaving. I could write about the monsters and demons who control my life and the level of terror I'm at right now. I could write about the window I'm looking out, and how far down the drop is to the ground. I have so many options to write about, yet none of them strike me as an inspiration. This isn't writer's block; it's just a lack of... Well... I don't know... Maybe it is writer's block, it just doesn't feel like it. I don't feel blocked, I just feel empty and at a loss of words. I don't even know what to title this, especially since I've already used how much I hate titles in my last title. It may or may not come to me... For now, this will just be my Unimportant Scribbling.