It’s been so long

I sit here staring blankly at the empty screen, fingures poised to start typing. There are few things more daunting than the white, blank page. It’s potential limitless and yet bound to your own mortal competence. And then I realize, that it has been so long since I actually wrote something because i wanted or felt like it. Often I write, because i think it necessary. Writing becomes a means to a purpose, and not the end in itself. I want to write simply because I want to write. Not to change the world or to finish an assignment, but simple to see words crawl across the white page. A spidery script forever changing the blank expanse.