The Cursor
June 14, 2017
I hate the way the cursor just sits there, blinking at me in disbelief because I’ve been staring at a blank page for almost half an hour.
I hate the way the cursor just sits there, blinking at me in disbelief because I’ve been staring at a blank page for almost half an hour.
The ball was in my court. I could almost see Him standing before me, waiting for me to speak – to make my move either toward or away from Him.