Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. Ethan, a writer, couldn't summon a single word. The ideas that had once flowed so freely now felt like a choked stream. He looked at the books on his shelf, each title a reminder of a story he'd crafted, but could no longer access.

He abandoned his desk, wandering into the backyard. He felt the sun on his face. He watched the birds flit between the branches of the trees. He couldn't feel happiness, just an empty space that stretched endlessly.

He sat on the grass, the familiar scent of earth and leaves failing to ground him. He felt disconnected from everything, from himself. The life he lived felt like a stage play he'd been forced to perform.