stuck

I cannot find the right words to piece together, to make something grand, something worth being read. So instead I write this, this sorry excuse for a piece of writing, about how uncertain I am about the words, about myself, about life. Nothing is coming quite so easily as it had before, and I'm not sure if there's enough energy left in me to take on this challenge. Maybe after I get some rest, I can figure it out. Maybe I can just go to sleep. But in the morning I will still be left feeling drained, stuck. What's next?