Nothing

I sit. I stare. I think.

The cursor flashes in its eternal perfect rythym on the blank white area where thoughts are meant to be be revealed, expressed, thrown out to the world.

I stare.

I look down.

I raise my hands over the keyboard: a rectangle of letters numbers and symbols, all mean something or have a function to there existance in their specific location in their apperent random placing.

I pause.

My finger moves over the 'I'.

I rest my hands back onto my lap.

I look up at the screen.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.

My fingers dance over the keyboard.

'Hey Guys'

I pause.

Sigh.

Backspace.

I think. I stare. I leave.