conflicts

I simply googled "a place for people to write things." I didn't know what things I wanted to write, I just knew I had to relieve the anxieties that are pounded deeply within my soul somewhere and to someone. Maybe I will find refuge in the ironic form of complete strangers who may encounter the irrelevant pieces, I like to consider writing.  A part of me is upset that these words will be lost within a website with thousands of others writers cries. Now that i've found a place to write, I stare at the blinking line on my computer, I can hear it calling my name, it wants me to write words that I can not process. I sit, staring, waiting for a thought to sail through my brian, that is worthy of being written, or typed. I yearn to have thoughts that move people. However, i’m conflicted with an everlasting jam that never seems to become unstuck. I feel the words jumbled inside of me, I am just incapable of discharging my cogitations.