That’s the word. The blank screen in front of me is judging me, calling me out to finally start something while at the same times it has already decided it’s going to like whatever I write.
Or maybe that’s just me and is it just waiting for me to fill it, complete it. Maybe, just maybe it’s not waiting for me to start, but is it simply wanting to have a purpose again. Feel needed again, something I should be able to give it, again.