Write

Hundreds of blank pages. Fresh pens. Now... What to write?
My brain is just exploding... Thoughts, emotions, ideas, but somehow, there might as well be an ocean between my brain and hand. For all of my attempts, I still have nothing to show. I want write something that would cause someone to think... To question... To wonder... To dream. But I feel stuck. The thought of sitting and writing intimidates me.
I found a quote that aptly describes what I am experiencing...

"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead."

Better keep some band aids handy... This could get messy...