Drained

I want to write.

I want to write something but I don’t know how anymore, it seems.

I sit here for hours

staring down the pixelated screen getting brighter as the room gets darker

waiting for some form of anything to come to my mind

to dance it’s way across the keyboard.

Nothing is coming, though.

It’s just me,

alone.

I don’t even have the company of my thoughts anymore.

What does this mean?