BLOCK

On most occasions, I have an idea and I write in down. This method is simple yet effective. It makes sense. However, I have had many encounters with an unknown parasite. It lies in my conscienceness, obstructing the part of my brain that sends information and turns them into clear words.

Oftentimes, I can feel a vast river of ideas flowing through my mind, and when I am thirsty, I reach in and have a drink of creativity.

This river is the source of which I begin all my writing. When it is dried up, I know my cerebral ghost is the cause.

I have defined my unwanted visitor as a parasite because while it rests peacefully in my head and feasts on all my thoughts and ideas, I am receiving nothing in return. All I receive is a blank sheet of paper or a blinking cursor.

That Cursed Parasite that haunts my mind and hinders the creative flow

That cursed parasite that dams up the thought process and impedes my ability to translate my thoughts onto paper.

That cursed parasite that feeds of my ideas and make them harder to remember.

That Stupid Parasite!
That STUPID BLOCK!!

...

perhaps I can suffocate it?
YES! -- that is what I will do,
It will let die by asphyxiation and starvation and I will finally be able to kill it --
by simply, not thinking at all