I sit and I stare. Wide as the monitor is, it seems today it can’t suck me into its deep universe. Blogging isn’t easy.
No, not today. Electric light hits my face, and my pulsating eyes. Sound intertwines with my silence in the far corner of the room. “Today I introduced myself to my own feelings”. Good ol’ Anathema. I twist my head like a rickety contraption. To scratch my thoughts against the sound. Blogging isn’t easy at all. Everybody thinks that squashing some words against bits and bytes solves everything. That with their words and thoughts the world is suddenly better.
And then the pain comes. The doubt that maybe you’re spamming not only the Internet, but the whole universe. The doubt that everything has been said before, and done. A glimpse of the fact that you’re probably just another one to round off the pattern in an array of feelings. That’s why I sometimes find it better to keep silent. Silence is confortable.