Note of nothing

Forgive me if this brings back the haunting memory of a feeling you once attempted to circumvent.

When called upon for "a few words", many find that they have nothing to offer off the sleeve. Generally speaking, that can be attributed to being caught off guard, unprepared, or simply out of one's field of comfort. Conversely, when the topic has been studied, timelines have been given and focus is dedicated to a task, and once again, one finds oneself without words, it is referred to as writer's block. A mental incapacity to overcome the perceived pressure which disallows the creativity, or at least the information, to flow.

However, why is it when you have nothing to say, no one to say it to, and no reason try, you are most compelled to create? Is there a magnetism that exists in mental voids as does the failing of a supernova in the creation of the theoretic black hole? At our most Stygian, banal moment, it is torturous to discover the personal desire to shine.

Here do I find myself, pondering why I must write what I have not, and yet do not plan to conceive...