What Shall I Write About?

Why can't I think? I never knew the meaning of writer's block. I feel so blank, for the first time, like my mouth is holding a sock. I feel hopeless. How do I pull myself out of this rut? Do I jump off a cliff? I need to fell the rush again in my gut. I need a feeling. I need something that is worth writing of. Just living here, it will never be the worth of enough. Now I'll do something. I have to have something to write about. What shall I do? Perhaps ride a plane and jump out?