lost

Exactly twenty-eight days after 2010 has kicked in. I've been drawing a picture of what I like my life to be this year long before the so-called magical display of fireworks. To my dismay, I am always left with this empty blank sheet and an annoyingly blinking cursor. Lately, I have doubled the effort to scribble down these words parading inside my thoughts but my mind works faster than my pen. I miss a lot of things. I miss the feelings, the people and the life that used to make me write. I am no more than an inspiring phrase trapped inside an uninspired body. Where am I going?