i am a ghost. i am dead. nothing. less than a mere vapour or a conglomerate of spirits. i am powerless and floating- wispy, mindless and frail. how i managed to type this is a mystery as my hands are mere feathery collections of nothingness. i am a ghost. i am nothing.

the lack of capital letters in this is terrifying. but ghosts dont need to conform to the rules of grammar.

It's funny how once there's a blank page in front of you, you have no words to say.
There are a million words in your head, a thousand stories to tell.
But the blank page looms in front of you, intimidating in its empty glory.
You feel compelled to write, to share knowledge and to pour out your feelings.
But the words just don't come out.
You sit there, staring, wishing your fingers would start typing of their own accord.
Nothing.
Just a ghost of a story, the bare bones of some writing, a shadow of what could have been.