To Write or Not to Write?

My muse confuses me, sometimes.

And I can't help but to change the way I write.

Minutes ago, I knew exactly what to write.

I had these mixed feelings of melancholy and rage of getting ignored by you.

Seconds ago, you rang me.

"Sorry, couldn't get to you earlier. How was your day?"

These feelings I have are fluttering from the inside as if butterflies filling up my tummy. 

Honestly, I have no idea what to write now.