It is that time when something is burning to get out, but I don't have the words to get it out. I think I'm going to go elsewhere. This isn't working for me. Or, maybe it is and I need to stick with it.

In front of my screen again. The white blankness of the page staring at me. A myriad of possible subjects array themselves. Ready to be spoken into being, but none are willing to be grasped, Attempting