As I start to write my mind suddenly goes blank, which is utterly disappointing, for any other time my mind is racing with ideas or words to place upon the blank empty pages. Now here I set praying for words to come yet, I’m rambling like an unkept climbing rose bush.

The words refuse to coming to mind, leaving me search for food for thought as one hunts for food in the wilderness as if living in the time of uncharted territory of the old West,when people flocked the new territory not phantoming the reality of starvation would soon leave many with the inability to live as they knew before, their unthought out plans begin to bring their true reality to the for front. Their thoughts reeling, hunger gripping them as never before causing yet more irrational thinking, the outrageous thought process now becoming the decisions of once intelligent beings,seeming as if mere idiots without   learning have come to tame the unknown territory, as I am at this moment trying to find words of meaning, beautiful quotes, poems and words to fascinate the readers of all ages, yet finding nothing coming to mind as if the road has been closed due to repair… DETOUR MUDDY ROAD AHEAD… as the caution lights blink on the white and orange stripped saw horse signs littering my mind. I’m unable to focus on a thought to inspire all who read or even bring myself to a new level of coherent thought. This is a little unsettling as I presume it’s writer’s block, though I have mistakenly rendered my thoughts that this only happens to great writer’s, not to me, for my thoughts are not a methodical as the great writer’s throughout history.