Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The words wouldn’t come, the ideas wouldn't coalesce. The room felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken discontent. He’d tried everything, from listening to music to reading a book, but nothing seemed to penetrate the haze of his mental fog.

He considered the tree he planted in his childhood, a giant sequoia. He went to the location, and stared. The tree was missing, just a hole in the ground. He turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, feeling a hollow ache in his chest.