meh.

I believe I'm experiencing writer's block on this blog. I honestly can't think of anything to write. It's killing me, because I really want to put something up here that's worthwhile.

In the meantime, ideas for other writing projects keep running through my head. There's a young girl, a child no less, sitting by the window. The more I approach her, the more faded she becomes. Then I am standing over the spot where she once sat, and it becomes clear to me: she's immaterial. Over in the corner there is a man with his face hidden in shadow. He's turning his head to look at me. How do I know this, if I cannot see his eyes? Because I can feel them.