Sticky

The words are still there. They always are, they always will be floating in endless circles around my mind. But sometimes the connection between the words and my hand is muddled, tangled, clogged. The words stick together incoherently on the page when my hand manages to scribble down a measly sentence or two. Worse still is when I cannot persuade my fingers to type, write, or create anything at all. Focus eludes me. Inspiration is locked behind my forehead or creeps silently outside my door. I'm stuck. The words are sticky and I must wait until the fog clears and I can once again paint my perspective down upon a page.