Writer's Block

I bottled up all of May and tossed it in the pool, Threw away my journal just to talk to the moon. They thought I'd lost my mind, but I was just being a fool, But July really beat the blues out of June. And I wrote pages on love, lies, loss and love again, I read Gatsby, cursed Daisy, and wished on a plane. Although my hands gave in, and my thoughts gave out, there were always words left unsaid, whether I wrote or not. but one day nothingness graced my head, I searched for words but I was all spent. the day nothingness grew on me, I was not putting out fires, or chasing gasoline - but I knew I had escaped the deadlock, when I finally had that writer's block.