have been blocked by the intimidating force of the blinking cursor. it's fully possible to stare at it for an hour and not bring yourself to say a thing.
i wonder how many broken hearts
were a direct result of overcoming the fear of the cursor. actually expressing one's self with full responsibility behind one's words.
i wonder what is right, what is just and what is possible. i wonder why our indecisive minds inhibit our happiness. i wonder why we long for something that may never be. i wonder why something that fits the description of a cartoon can change it all. i wonder why we gave something so torturous to us such a dainty name. i wonder why we hold out-
but then again, i wonder why i have so many questions.