A beginning...

She bit her nails....looking at the white empty screen before her, she wondered where all her thoughts had gone to....she could still feel them running through her head...but darn it!they were defying her...refusing again and again to get committed into little black characters marring the virginity of the whiteness before her...she had always had language sailing forth from her mouth with the greatest ease...her deepest desire had been to spend all her life giving an immortality to her thoughts by writing them down....no..it could not be...had she seriously been wrong....could she really not be all that good at writing as she had always believed herself to be...or was this just fear?fear that we feel when we are visiting some old friend after a realllllyyyy long time?when all you have been to salvage from those distant days when both of you were close and thoughts flowed freely is a memory of those days and a desire to get back to them?the fear of judgement??the same worry of how it would be to meet the friend after so long...would there be discomfort?would there be an eventual ownership, a home coming, or would there be estrangement forever....would a distance so large have crept up, that it could not be bridged?? she bit her nails...could she really get back her writing...could she really write again...or would this one attempt prove to her that it was a thing of days gone by...that the distance between her and her writing had increased so much that it would refuse to acknowledge her desire to come back to it...would her writing embrace her with the same desperation as she wanted to embrace it...she bit her nails...and began to write...