Black coffee three sugars
Infinite refills
I sit here telling the story that has been told since the beginning of time
It is a story of too many thoughts
Not enough action
Writers block isn't the lack of creativity
It's the dam to restrain an over active imagination
With impatiences I sit and wait for the flood to subside
I can feel the raging waters battering against the levees of my psyche
Spilling over the top
Cracking the barrier
How ironic that the wait for a conscience stream of thought
Is driving me mad
Sip
Another swig from the beautiful black hole filled with invisible stars
And the torrent rages on
I'm trying to save so many of them
The inhabitants of my mind
But they are drowning
Lost to the storm
I wonder who will survive
We will find out next entry