It sneers and laughs.
The blank page mocks.
I look at it and hear the clamor of words; see the hazy images of half-formed ideas.
All smothered by the endless white.
Impotence breeds hesitation.
Today, I need a coffee.
I stare at the pen clutched in my fingers.
What if what? What if this? What if that?
Pushing the empty page away, I ponder tomorrow’s needs.
Caffeine or Alcohol?