Write and write and write

With the ink longing to touch paper , and and my thoughts still haven’t struck ground. I can only stay stranded in that bleak region of my mind ,where words flow with least in common and ambiguity screams out its presence .
Fog seems to take over And shadows of what used to be lurk around Trying to force me into doing an action which,I, for so long wished to do .
“carry the pen ,carry the paper , put down the pen to the sheet of utter white and write and write and write”. Till the foggy vision starts to clear , I write and write and write .