Writer's block

And then there was Nothing. Blank. Void.
Nonsense typed in to add color to the white screen.
Words suspended in mid-air. Waiting. Steady.

So much to say with so little time.
Opportunity is used and yet lost.
Mind and heart is in limbo.

Limbo is reached effortlessly. Why?
Pause. Comtemplate. Waste time.

Limbo is my defense. It is neutral. Safe.
The trade-off for the absence of evil is the absence of good.
Tick tock says the clock...

Something awakens and consciousness whispers.
Take the good, as well as the bad.
Sadness and happiness.
If there is nothing ugly, then nothing is beautiful.
Revel in conflict. Revel in life.

But there's just too much hard work. Waste of time.
But what is time well spent?
Do nothing? Be safe?

Echoes of sanity seeps in.
I want to live.
Do everything and anything but be in control.
Revel in conflict. Revel in life.

Writer's block.
A classic example of making something from nothing.

As Pablo puts it:
Pure nonsense; pure wisdom.