Writer’s Block

Sometimes I have no words. Sometimes I don’t feel the the thunder or the adrenalin rush that accompanies a pool of words when they appear in my head. Sometimes, I don’t find the itch in my fingers to grab a pen and paper to write something, anything.
There are those days when you wake up and you are determined to conquer the world, but there are other days, like this one, where you have no words. 
Having no words, no inspiration when you desperately need it, is like trying to sneeze. That nanosecond when you hold your breath, that split second right before you scream, "achoo". 
It’s frustrating. It makes me want to scream, scream random words at my mirror, in my pillow, at perfect strangers. 
I need my words. I hate it when they disappear.