Breaking ...

Silence, for all it's mystical, whimsical and wise properties, is keeping me prisoner. With the passing of each silent day, another bar goes into the cage and I, half crazy for the want of words, pace endlessly up and down the concrete floor.

Inside me, thoughts, ideas, agonies scratch to be given a voice, nails on a blackboard, wet fingers on cotton wool.

Today it has become unbearable and so I sit here, trying to break this silence.

I have ideas swilling round inside and yet it almost hurts to entertain them. 

I have hopes that this post will loosen the odd bar, enough at least for a piece of me to slip through.

"Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death."

Jean Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778) Swiss political philosopher and essayist"
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Resolution

Eyes cast down, twisting a strand. of hair, my fingertips approach the keyboard in small, shuffling steps. 
 Guilty child.


"Ridiculous!", I tut. 
'It's a blog! 
There's no pressure to write!
I have no obligation to it! 
It's just a stupid piece of cyberspace! 
Not using the space does not qualify as 'neglect'!'


... And yet, I feel guilty for not observing the discipline that is attempting to write creatively, or at the very least, honestly.


So I make a very dubious resolution, to surf less and type more. 


No doubt time will show just HOW dubious that is! 


And no doubt, my fingers will continue their shuffling steps!