It´s not quite a writer´s block...

it´s more like an uncertainty about what´s happening inside
and what´s happening outside.

so, I guess it´s just time to clear some windows.

and observe, my dear, observe.

O como diría Eugene O´neill:

"One´s outer life passes in a solitude haunted by the masks of others.
One´s inner life passes in a solitude hounded by the masks of oneself."