Void Thoughts

For the past two days, I’ve found myself staring at the screen, struggling to write. Why do I persist when it feels like there’s nothing worth writing about? And what would I even do if not this?

This is what I dread—the vacant expanse of free time, where my mind becomes a barren wasteland. Numbness settles in, freezing my thoughts in place.

I’m unprepared for this mental void. I catch myself fidgeting, aimlessly tinkering with things, losing interest in everything around me. Not even reading a blog post or the book I’m currently engrossed in offers solace.

Life marches forward, but I feel like a mere spectator—an expendable bystander. Such unsettling thoughts flood my mind when it’s devoid of inspiration.

I go through the motions, as that’s all I am doing… that’s all I can do. At times, I’m reminded of Professor Binns.

And so, here I am, penning these words to infuse my mind with something, anything different. Am I succeeding in my attempt? Time will tell.