Blank

I sit here with a blank screen in front of me, waiting for something to come, something of substance, something to be read. The truth is, very little of what is running through my brain these days seems “publishable” to the general population. Most of the time, I’m thinking about stuff that would hack some people off, stuff that I’m not quite ready to share and stuff that just doesn’t seem to gel, instead it flies through my head like little snow flakes skittering to the ground.
Little snippets of thoughts race through and I can’t quite seem to grab enough of them to make sense. I have so many things to write, so much I want to say, but I start to edit them in my head before I ever write them and decide they’re not worthy to even put down. Then I have those posts that are written, but are not likely to ever be published. They are raw, what I “really” think about some things but some words are likely to hurt no matter how true they are, or they’re words that will stir conflict and strife. They are the things I wish I could say. I write them just to get them out of my head, because I was taught if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all. But I have to write it or it will all come tumbling out in words I actually say and will regret later.
So I sit here, blank…trying to think of something…anything…

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