Writing is a passion inside of me, and it builds up with force until I release it with a flow of ideas. Most days I am able to write with no end, and can fill many pages with the ideas inside my head. But sometimes I cannot, it is as if the flow is blocked by a wall. The cursed invisible wall, which holds back the sea of ideas inside of me. The wall is as high as it is long, and it does not allow the ideas to flood over. Sometimes an idea or two slips through a tiny crack, but unless the idea grows on the other side, the wall remains standing.
This wall is a powerful force of neither good nor evil; it just exists within all of us. Many people perceive the wall as evil because it stops us all from the joy of writing, but the wall is not to be feared it is just an obstacle for us to overcome. The wall exists, but not without its purpose. It makes sure that we write only because we really want to, and sometimes makes us go great lengths to ensure that we do. The wall also makes