A though day

It's though sometimes.
It's though to get up in the morning, it's though to smile, it's though to breath.
Nothing works, you can't do anything, you just sit there and look at the computerscreen and wish the essay to write it self. But it doesn't.
The empty page is still empty after ten minutes, after twenty minutes, after thirty minutes... and then you realise that you have to push yourself to the limit this day though you actually doesn't have the strenght to do it.
This day is that kind of day.
A though day. 

This is the kind of day I have to rely on God.
Now I have to let him do his work with me today.
Otherwise, my essaypaper will remain empty until tomorrow...

xx
    Franke