most nights i sit at my blank screen, fingers poised, waiting for inspiration to strike. most nights it doesn’t, and i end up writing something blasé or trivial. (which some of you may prefer, actually.)
most nights i wish i could just write and write and write what weighs me down, and then i don’t because this is a public forum, and i’m not going to unload my personal issues for the world to see and judge. besides, my problems are pretty lame compared to others’.
most nights i wish i could focus on the now.