Poetry, apparently

What do you write when the words will not come?
When the thoughts are too many and the hands too few,
  When all the thoughts are pictures,
  Or formless,
What do you write? 

What do you write when your soul is empty?
When you can see your feelings away on the horizon
  Close enough to see,
  Too far away to feel,
What do you write? 

What do you write when the needs of your body supersede your will to create?
When hunger or thirst or exhaustion overwhelm,
  When merely to breathe is pain,
  Or to sit,
What do you write? 

Poetry. 
Apparently.