Like a blank canvas I struggle to find the inspiration that will fill the empty space in my mind. Not even the simplest of words can I find to describe my writers block my brain is working over time. The kryptonite to my creativity. The empty spaces of my intellectual capabilities. Though my pen is ready my thoughts remain still like a statue set in stone. Once filled with an overwhelming set of words now bewildered and confused it's as though the light is on but no one is home.