Sitting here, I look down at my hands….my fingers. These fiery fingers that once wrote songs and lyrics, have lost the fire and became cold-almost lifeless. In my younger days, I would start the day off with writing songs. The words would drown my notebook page like an endless waterfall. A young prodigy some may call it, I myself would call it a blessing. Then there came the day when everything went wrong.  I started my day off as usual…..rehearsing some old songs. But as usual I decided to conjur up some new material, and Bam! That’s when it hit me, all at once; it felt like I was lying on an operating table while an evil scientist does deranged experiments to my brain while I’m still alive. This feeling in my head and fingers felt terrible.  For a while I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me, why I couldn’t create more masterpieces as I did once before. These fiery fingers of mine feel like they’ve been put out by a fire extinguisher. Eventually I figured out what was actually going on, I found out that I was going this phase called “Writer’s block”. I personally wouldn’t call it that, it feels more like an everlasting nightmare.