For humans, for whom communication is such an innate and honed ability, why does the hesitation still linger? I feel our demons wait for the words to connect and then slap our minds closed like a trap door. The more I put off writing, the worse it gets. Pencil, paper; nothing. Computer screen, keyboard; nothing. Yet when life is zooming by the words flow together, illustrating the picture I see in my head. My mind slips out of focus, distracting itself from my commands, and then back again. The words coming slowly until a sentence forms. My pencil down to the paper, and then again, nothing. A blank page and a trembling hand.
What am I so scared of? Why does my heart pound as I try to satisfy my hunger to write? Indecision and inability crowd my thinking. There's too little time and too many thoughts to be dealing with this. All I want are for these words to go from my mind to the paper, not thinking about the reception nor the meaning behind them. Just getting them out so they can stop taunting me.
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