I have nothing to write

I have nothing to write,

but my fingers want to type.

I have nothing to say,

but my lips want to move.

I have nothing to think about

but my mind wants to ponder.

I have nothing to make,

but my hands want to create. 


Such are these moments when a heavy fog of thoughts fill my mind, but grasping and making them tangible is only a desire.  

Strange, at times, I think I like the physical act of typing more than the process of writing itself.  Sometimes I just want to write, even if it makes no sense.

What do you like about writing? What is your favourite part of the process? 


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