-Writers Block

Five fingers holding a pencil with a tip sharp enough to pierce my chest and into my heart, the pen is sharper and mightier than the sword. Let the blood flow like the black ink from your well. Dab the tip of your goose feather to the red and write your feelings.

Tell your brain, to tell your arm, to tell your hand, to move that pencil to form letters on paper. Black letters surrounded by a sea of white, being held suspended by a faintly blue line.

These letters assembled correctly will make words, and words assembled correctly like in a factory on an assembly line make a story. 9AM to 5PM for 40 years for 1 gold watch and a $10000 pension makes a 60 year old man tired, but its 2nd nature to assemble these words to tell 1 story. Is it worth it to tell this story after retirement from me?

-I think I have writers block.

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