Eulogy of my Contemplation

I don't really know what to write. I somehow lost the inspiration to write. Nothing seems to be coming out of my head. It's all blank, like a spotless piece of plain paper, with the juice of creativity purged. I wonder why there are no ideas flowing out, my mind is like a vast empty desert, dry and empty. I stumble upon words, as if they are alien creation, they seemed so unfamiliar and distant. Strange shapes of alphabets that littered the screen seemed to look like shapes and symbols from an ancient civilisation, strange and bewildering. This is the end.