Lost

I am empty.

For maybe the first time in my whole life I am empty!

I pour words in, but I think they are just running straight through and falling out some invisible hole in my thoughts that I can't find.

I wrap myself in music, but somehow I fall out and I can't hold on tight enough to get back in.

I watch movies on Netflix, but I fail to imprint.

Is this a writer's block? It doesn't feel blocky and solid. It feels slippery and elusive.

It's not like I'm up against a brick wall. Rather it is like there is no wall at all, no foundation, no structure, no anything.

I stare at the blank screen. Place my fingers on keys so well used that many of the letters are worn off. But there is a short somewhere. My mind is out of ink or maybe the power is turned off.

I think I am missing. Not here. If you find me somewhere please send me back.

Lost: one writer with brown hair and hazel eyes looking for vowels a through y and a few good consonants.