Imagination; What does one begin to write when nothing comes to mind…

Sometimes my mind wonders and I begin to write. This is a fragment of my writings…

What does one begin to write when nothing comes to mind. the mind darkens, the skies part, thunder clashes against the ground. A thunderstorm? is it real, or is it the shadows of my life finally catching up with me. Have I run and run from these monsters of the mind, the ones that consume you, or have i been given so much life that now it is all in reverse. I mean after all I am a quarter century old, but my body feels like i been passed 30. Am I that old, I am only 25. Some people think of me as lucky, I think I AM lucky, but I also think that luck like anything else runs out. Have I based my life in luck, or is this just one of those test life gives you and then all of the sudden you get lucky and it goes away. Well I think one of the reasons I got lucky is because I have my very own special guardian angel who seems to watch after me time after time. Have I been spoiled long enough? It seems that with being 25 the full on responsibility of being an adult are finally catching up to me. My angel cant save me anymore, she guides in her sweet silence that the wind brings in my window each day. With that wind comes hope, the hope that God allowed me to breathe. I am here one more day, I am a product of his love. God loves me, he loves us all. Maybe the farthest I am the closer I feel to him. So close yet so distant. Why is it that I fail him constantly, I am honest, I live with my sins gracefully that I have become what god has wanted to become. He has provided me the knowledge of the stars and secrets only activating a different part of brain will provide. He says stop rambling, if you could hear my thoughts, you’d understand my imagination.