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|...
I sit to write what is to be my first novel,
and the cursor blinks at me.
I stare at the white screen as it glares back,
daring me to perform,
daring me to begin,
One strike against a key
one letter
one word..
a sentence perhaps,..
... a paragraph
or two...
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|...
moments later
the cursor persists
determined
from deep within the white canvas screen..
Taunting me
Which of us is truly empty, it implies..
You or I?
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
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|
|...
I sit to write what is to be my first novel,
and the cursor blinks at me.
I stare at the white screen as it glares back,
daring me to perform,
daring me to begin,
One strike against a key
one letter
one word..
a sentence perhaps,..
... a paragraph
or two...
|
|
|...
moments later
the cursor persists
determined
from deep within the white canvas screen..
Taunting me
Which of us is truly empty, it implies..
You or I?
