A Writer's Fear

They say to write the first thought that comes to your mind freely,

but half the time I'm not even thinking of anything anymore.

I pulled an all-nighter and got so engrossed in the virtual world before me,

that I was taken aback by the rays from the rising sun piercing through my blinds,

cascading along the whites of my puffy blanket.

My mind feels broken and jumbled, but I can hardly imagine that's from sleep deprivation now, because I feel a certain disconnect between my consciousness and soul. I am lost and empty, like a hollow shell of what once was.

I have nothing else to do or to give other than to projectile vomit whatever comes to my mind onto a page, and wait for the agony of my blockages to subside...

But I fear that they never will.

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