I set there with a pencil in my right had and a piece of paper in front of me . The blank whiteness of the paper haunts me . No thoughts written in ink ,no streams of words in my head .Where did the thoughts go did they leave with you? I don't know how this could happen. One day my head is full the next my thoughts are gone when you were hear with me my thoughts and feelings seemed so clear but now they see like a foggy mess. I sit there pencil in had and piece of paper in the other . I drop the pencil on the cold floor and crumble up the paper and toss it in the trash .The blank page no longer haunts me its gone now just like you.