When The Spark Dies

A crawl from the dirt of desperation

The wind inside my mind picked up and carried away with it any passing thoughts about what I was writing. The only thing it could focus on was the fact that I didn’t want to be typing anything down at that moment. The page was not blank, but what it was filled with was almost no better. Instead of hovering over the delete key, I exited the app and fought the urge to…