All the words have been drained from this pencil, I long to write but as I stare at the screen… nothing. No freedom from the chains that bind my mind. Nothing. No release of tension in a trist of words tied to longing pour from my soul. It happens this way it seems. Things tangle themselves around the words and hold them firm to the walls of my mind. They don’t swirl. They don’t dance. Oh I hate when the words don’t dance. Don’t… or won’t… or can’t. It frustrates me. Crushes me. Sucks the air from me. Please word fairy, bring back the magic. Dust me with the sweet release of prose..allow me to be freed. Here I sit, wishing, waiting, you’d come back to me!