Nothing

I am sitting here doing my best to come up with something. Trying but losing. Not winning. Trying hard but failing. Failing to come up with anything. How frustrating. Other people can do it. They come up with something. I have nothing. You could take my brain out of my head right now and write on it, because it is like a blank page. Nothing there. Should be something, but nothing. I see a wall, a bench, an ashtray, my legs, my fingers. Parts of my body are moving, I can see them, doing their thing, yet my brain refuses to cooperate. Brain not moving, only controlling eyeballs to watch other parts of body that cannot possibly come up with something entertaining to write. Brain on strike.