I don't know what to write

I remember how it started. I was staring at the wall and found everything to be emptying out of my head. If I looked down it emptied ugly all over my keyboard. If I looked up then I would feel and taste it running down my throat like some bad cold might. So here I sit at the end of the capacity hoping that something spurs a few cells to make a stand and rebel against the mass emigration.
Wait a minute. If I look down then the stuff from my brain falls onto my keyboard. Maybe it'll leach into the computer somehow this way and.....MAybe not.