The Inability to Write

     I wrote this awhile ago. I wrote it because I was desperate to write something, as I often am, and yet could think of nothing else to write, something that also happens to me quite often.  I don't always write in this style...probably only because it's just not always fitting, because I'd have to admit, it's my favorite way to write...

     There are few things that I actually hate, though I have many dislikes.  But there is one thing that I hate and despise more than almost anything else, with a burning passion from deep within my very soul, and that is the inability to write.  I loathe with every fiber of my being that moment in which I so desire to write and yet not a word comes to mind, or at least none worth saying, much less worth writing.
     So many times, I have in mind what I want to write, yet still the words do not come.  At times I am able to write other words, though not what I truly desire to write - but that is the lesser concern of the two circumstances having to do with this most hated situation in which I find myself far too often.  The worse of the two is when I do not even care what it is that I write, I merely feel I need to write something, this usually occurring when I am not in the best state of mind, and often need to write to quell the tears that either already fall from my eyes or at the very least threaten to at any moment, and to suppress the feelings of hurt or sorrow or anguish that consume my heart and mind.  And that most hated condition, that of the inability to write, enters my life once more and I have no way to let go my grief as I am unable to express myself.