I sat down and opened Ciara (this lappy) with a concrete theme
on my mind to write. I started typing the first word, paused, heaved a deep
sigh, and slowly pressed backspace. I made my brain work. I think again. Again
and again.The subject flees my mind. I have nothing to write.
I tried typing a sentence followed by another sentence
supporting the former. But I cannot make a conclusion. Ctrl+A, then delete. I
have nothing to write.
I stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking at me. I
contemplate. I muse. I ponder. Every single minute.
What will I do next? What
is the meaning of this or that? What will happen next? Will I be happy with it?
What is happiness? Is this happiness?
Love. It continues to elude me. What is it? How it is to be
loved or to love?
I decided not to write about something I know not.
What I know is…hunger.
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