those colors weren't there before

i wonder how many anxious words

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.