Sounds of Silence

A clock ticks
A cricket chirps
A man in the back of the room coughs once
A tumbleweed rolls through a ghost town
A chair creaks
A clock ticks

These are the sounds that should accompany this website. There is no water in the well. My brain has turned to salt. Will my rusted creativity survive the duration of this dry spell?

Stillness.

2 comments:

Allie D. said...

What you may find comforting is that this forum will always be here for you when you're ready. :)

Army said...

Very true. I want to find some inspiration...it's like I want to write but nothing is there.

One of these days, I'll find some worthy thinks.