I stare at the blank page.

Thoughts racing.

The day running through my mind.

All the things I did and failed to do.

Plans and aspirations.

What I wanted to represent.

***

“Add title”, it shrieks at me.

Mocking my indecisive nature.

Demanding I commit to a theme, a plan, a vision.

I dig further through my brain.

Drawing lines between related dots where I can.

Still, I come up blank.

***

“Add title”, it screams louder.

A wave of worry washes over me.

I had posted daily for almost a year.

The same fight, argument, and struggle every night.

What if tonight was different?

Had I finally run dry?

***

Time is still left on the clock.

I had room to think.

I have made it this far so I had been doing something right.

There are those that look forward to it after all.

Just think a little harder and look around the room for inspiration.

“Add title”, it demands yet again.

***

I knew exactly what to write.