Lately, I have felt like I have been losing my touch, my connection with words.

It used to come to me so easily, like breathing, needing no prior instruction.

But here I am, staring vacantly at another white page, emotionlessly and uninspired.

I'm losing track of everything I thought I knew, letting doubts rule.

I feel myself slipping into the stillness, the shadows, the thoughts.

It feels like I am losing track of this reality.

Everything is everything, which is too much for me.

Writing doesn't feel the same; nothing does anymore.

I have many questions without their answers.

Right now, I'm a little confused.

I could use some help.

I am slipping away;

From the world,

My family,

Myself.