Not Today

My fingers continue to rest on the keyboard, awaiting instructions from my brain. They—my fingers—have waited for at least half an hour, expecting signals to flood the nerves in my hand any second. But nothing happens; as if my brain is sending no impulses to my fingers. Instead of feeling an urge to tap the keys, my fingers feel like they have been anesthetized and wrapped in thick pieces of cloth that prevent them from moving. Thoughts that normally flow through my fingers, instead, stay locked up in my head. That is just an assumption, of course; are there any thoughts there, in fact? Or have all the thoughts turned to vapor; lost to the atmosphere?


Perhaps some thoughts have been frozen in place, rather than turning to vapor. If so, maybe I will be able to thaw them during the course of the day. Maybe I will spill them onto the keyboard and into the screen. But probably not. Not today.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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