Writers' Block

i have extreme
writers' block--
the immense paper i must finish
threatens to fry my puny brain

the blank canvas before me
tortures my twitching fingers,
lightly tapping my mac's illuminated keys,
acting as if the letters are connected--
forming complete thoughts

my inability to narrow down a topic;
the index cards,
consisting of my unintelligible, blue scrawl,
are splayed across my pea-colored duvet
in organized chaos

in the young hours of tomorrow,
i stare at the unsaved document before me--
all i can bring myself to record
is a simple quote