His brain tossed and turned like an insomniac with chicken pox.
The only thing blanker than his mind was his screen.
He was a writer, but the words never came easily.
He sat for days on end staring at the vast abyss of his blank screen.
His fingers lingered over the keys.
However, they stopped before leaving even a fingerprint as evidence of his mindfuckedness.
He was Microsoft wordless.
Stop. Focus. Over. 
bravo
Thank you!
I’ve written so many variants of this tirade. Never thought of Microsoft wordless though.. that’s brilliant!
Haha thanks 🙂
The words speak for themselves and then pop – your graphic defies all other thoughts. Well done.