No Words

         I sit here staring blankly at the monitor. Why is it so hard to get the words to come out? Nothing. Silence answers from every direction. It has been two weeks since I have written anything, not even a single word. There are things that need to come out and spring forth to life on paper but I can not even begin to describe them in detail. The neighbors are up to their usual song and dance, fighting over the cat and who let it out. I don't even feel that they should own an animal, they can't seem to even take care of themselves, yet they some how survive.
         Still nothing...
         Why do I continue to sit here? Maybe I should take a walk, the fresh air may do me some good. I know I'll walk to the bar at the end of the street, maybe a drink will help.
         Several minutes later and I'm not the only one sharing in this idea. The bar is crowded and I just want to wallow in my own self pity. Tonight of all nights I just want to be left alone.