I am writing because I have run out of words.

My mind went blank.

I for a moment could find no thoughts to indulge in.

I need words to hide in.

I need words to keep myself busy.

They do that for me they occupy my time and take my mind to places I know I will never physically go.

Words provide me with solace and comfort and beautiful things.

Without words I am locked into the silence of agony and I cannot imagine an escape.

I am losing myself slowly.

Each day I find it harder and harder to find myself and bring me back from the hell of silence and emptiness that takes me over.