Moonlit Writer's Block

Another day, the moon refuses to reveal its silver smile, and each sigh feels like a critique of my restless ink. My quill shivers, as though the night sky itself wants to hear me complain, but all I manage is endless “what-ifs.” The attic’s hush is louder than the wind, and I find myself lecturing a forgotten page about how the world demands stillness. If I could shut the window of imagination, perhaps the ordinary would finally let me finish a story before it slips back into the shadows. #MoonlitGrief ✨