Staring at the empty page

Desperate to return to the world that you create

But you cannot

The door is locked.

The key is somewhere

In the back of the mind

Hidden amongst the thoughts.

So dark, so cluttered

Where is the key

That will revive the lost words?

The key

It unlocks the door

The door to inspiration

The door to inner peace.

Find the key

Unlock the door.

Return to the world

That you have created.