Drought

I am facing a drought!
A drought of words.
I am tired, so tired that I think I don't need rest anymore!
What I long for is to go out and live,
Gather in baskets of thoughts,experiences,and feelings
Meet people who will set fire to my mind and heart!

I have been reading, learning, and writing even
But I am short of ingredients
So my thoughts fail to reach that pinnacle-
The tip of my pen.

Letters to reply to, birthday cards to write
An essay to furnish, notes to organize...
And here I find myself almost numb!

May the dew fall tonight
And may it freshen my morning
Bringing an end to this drought.