after a while

after a while, it gets to you...

sometimes, i find myself alone. thinking. this is one of those sometimes. but unlike any other sometimes, this sometime is eternity. my head is filled with words, but it the channeling to my mouth that's having problems.could it be my tongue? is it impaired that it has to delegate all the speaking to my fingers, hammering mercilessly upon the helpless keyboard? i would call myself pathetic. the deaf and the mute are more interesting than i am. i write words that no one in my lifetime can ever fathom, or simply read. silent sanctuaries for sometimes like this one.

and then it happens. my head dries up. no more words are scrambling to be out first. no more ideas. just letters. incoherent letters, as if stricken by dyslexia. i take a pain killer, hoping that the brutal attack on my brain cells might awaken some of them into making more ideas. nothing. just a deafening silence that only i can hear. an echo ricochets in my head, hollow.

there is no chance for brain freeze. one cannot freeze what one does not have. it has gotten to me. it finally did...