John sat at his computer for two hours without being able to produce a single word. His hands resting on the keyboard like starfish drying out on a beach. His eyes fixated on the blinking cursor that mocked him with every flutter.
He had so much he wanted to say to you today - but couldn't find a way to start. He knew you had such a weight on your shoulders and he just wanted to find a way to take some of it off before you were by the heaviness of everything.
John closed his eyes and he could feel it all. All of the emotion in the world was pouring underneath the door of the sitting in and enveloping him as if it were a hungry python. All of the fear. All of the sadness. All of the anger coiled around him until he couldn't focus on anything but the endless anguish of the world.
"Write something," John said through his pursed lips.
He figured he could start with a single word to get the ball rolling - anything. Just write something.
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