He told me that he had a bad case of writer’s block and hadn’t written a thing for a long time. I explained to him how to overcome it. He was skeptical at first, but he finally decided to take my advice. Within minutes, here is what he came up with. I’d say it worked very well.

Sanctuary

Regret. The harsh sting of secret lies. Heavy sighs and painful goodbyes. Slip under the sheets: a fabric fortress built of sweat and tears. Regret. A loss of hope and livelihood. Choking on our tongues, swallowing words. Buried in the shadows sprung from a snowy screen. Regret. The voices that keep you from sleep. The dreams of a brighter tomorrow that never quite came. The greener grass all turns to ash. Regret. Filthy speech. Steel, and twisted skin and bones. The path less traveled. Regret. The noose tied tight and the chair slipping beneath our feet. The fate of what will always be. The sharp realization of what never was. Defeat. Weak and tired. Regret. Despondent and ashamed. The picture frames on the ground. The vast silence in sound. The overwhelming sound in silence. Quiet you! For the moment: alone. So steal my heart, I’ll hold my tongue. And pray to pillows and walls that morning will eventually come.

Regret.

-Logan Ellis

1/29/2007

I’d say my method worked very well, wouldn’t you?