The pen and the paper.

It sits there on the desk. 

Waiting.

Waiting for something to happen.

My eyes are focused on the pen and the paper.

I stare at it.

Waiting.

Waiting for something to happen.

Me, the pen, the paper, have a strenuous relationship.

There is mostly silence between us.

We sit there and stare at each other.

Waiting.

Waiting for something to happen.

Then, a thought shoots through my head.

“Crap!”

I say to myself.

“I have no idea what to write.”