As the sun rises, I realize I’m not alone. Yes, there may be no one around for miles, but I’m not alone. The earth is filled with numerous wonders all around me. I am one with my surroundings; the trees, the animals, and the flowers. Yet there is something that bothers me. I just don’t know what it is.

I write this down as fast as possible. But as sudden as the idea came to me, it vanished in what has been called ‘writers block’. Never in my life have I gotten this ‘writers block’. I cannot believe the power it has over my mind and soul.

My mind is working so hard to think of something to write, but I find myself drifting off into my own fantasy world. It is filled with such dark creatures and landscapes. Vampires and zombies roam freely in these bat infested and overgrown swamplands in which they call home.

I am there as well. I don’t fit in at all which can be a good and horrible thing at the same time. I find that I can’t get out of this fantasy world that is so surprisingly familiar to me.