Write, you say.
So I put pen to paper, ink flowing across the lines.
I type in a document, blank and white. Cursor blinking, waiting.
I send words out into this cyberspace place,
wondering if they ever land.
I spin myself into a frenzy,
my mind on a gluttonous binge for information,
consuming as many books as I can,
reading everything in sight.
I seek perfection,
I seek control
through human understanding
when what I need to do
is be quiet
to that still. small. voice.