There it stares.
Blinking at the sight of my pain.
Knowing that I am without thought.
That words echo but do not form.
Mocking me is its mission.
Echoing my current state of frustration.
Telling me that I have nothing to say.
Saying that it has won.
Lingering as I sigh.
As I try and try and try.
The cursor does not move.
It does not wander.
It does not stagger.
The motivation does not strike.
Instead, it bites.