Writer's Block

Wanting to write. Write anything. Complete a story and get these images flashing through my head out out out. Out damn spot! You plague me with your personality and fleeting character I can never be. Please get out of my head. I pick up pen and paper and -you vexing thought- you run from me again. Hide as long as you want but eventually you will be written and shared and consumed by those undeserving of your plight. Your long journey shall be contained and freedom locked down. Can freedom come when no one knows your name? Is there freedom in anonymity or freedom in vulnerability? I digress. I've written babble and blather and nothing of significance once more.