The screen before me taunts me. The glaring white space and the little blinking line are simply reminders that I have lost touch with how and where to begin. The words once flowed out of me like a silken string being spun from nothing but now they get bogged down. Too many words, too many thoughts all trying to race for first place. To make that white space disappear and be filled with prose and moments of wisdom.
The screen before me taunts me. The screen before me is a place where I can settle the internal storm that rages within. It is a place where I can relieve some of the pressure building within my soul. It is a place where I can open the flood gates and navigate my way through the torrents of torment that I carry in my heart.
The screen before me taunts me. It offers sweet release that stays just at my finger tips. It offers promises of a calmer day, a calmer moment, a quieter peace.
The screen taunts me because it knows I’m lost.