I spend my days distracted by words on a screen, instead of putting words on paper. Sometimes I wonder what the pull is, whether it's simply distraction or it's a compulsion to avoid facing a brain bereft of ideas. Then I yell at the sky, "Don't be so hard on yourself!"
I don't know why yelling at the sky seems to help, but it does.
My brain awakens from the drug of other people's thoughts and pronouncements and begins to create its own, again. Maybe this time the sleeping pill that is Facebook and Instagram and Twitter will stay off my endless feed for more than two days. I have hope.