Ive been stuck on here for days trying to find something to write. Whether it be poetry, a chapter of a book, or even just my thoughts or emotions, its impossible to translate it to a page. Its like as if my mind won't work, or my body won't listen. Either way, I can't make sense of it. It wraps around my head like a boa constrictor until it squeezes too hard and pops my head open like a grape. And it'll stay that way until a wave of inspiration hits me and I write again. But until then, I sit alone in my dark room, the phone screen my only light, my only solace into my own emotions.