what you sinking about

I bring myself here late at night 1am and have nothing to write all stuck like honey in a bottle. When I’m thinking, it becomes so obvious that it shows on my face that I’m thinking so that my friends would ask, “What are you thinking about?” To which I say, “I just try to think of something interesting. I keep searching and sometimes I find it and I can share the thought with others. Sometimes I can’t find it and it feels like looking down an elevator shaft…”

“Did you find it?” they’d ask.

I’d have something to say if I found it.

Funny is when I put on this thinking face in front of the class and they all anticipate something profound to come out of me and I end up saying gibberish or something about timbits.