There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

It is so sad to think that it might be over, you feel like you have a mask on your face.

All you can do is whisper.

You can feel yourself dissolving in the moment like a beast in the rain.

So much to think about and so much to juggle.

Smeared along the walls your ideas gleam in the dark.

But you can't seem to see them.

This is what it feels like to have writers block.

You try to do a project but can't because you don't know what to write.

It is one of the hardest things to get over in English.

All you have to do is keep writing.

If it doesn't sound right, still put it on the paper so you at least have something.