Jiggibidy

What bittersweet pill is this, such that I should want little else but to write, but find myself completely unable to do so. I look around my room and see a thousand distractions, each more important than penning some purposeless drivel to sate some aching thoughts. I set upon finding a pen; a small task, as I always keep them at my side. Likewise with paper, and I set myself to writing. Blank pages are often one of the more difficult obstacles to overcome, whereas after that I find that words flow quite freely. It's as if you're longing for a drink, but the tap is rusted and stiff. After a little time, effort and perhaps even pleading to th

    Is there really such thing as free will? This may sound awfully cliched, but perhaps what we think we are choosing ourselves are instead merely ourselves being strung along by subconscious desires hard-wired into our minds from the day we were born. Some of them we'll take in our stride, such as the desire to eat, sleep and breathe, but others may be slightly more difficult to take with a pinch of salt.     They may start off as something insignificant in the back of your head, occasionally coming into focus when you're not doing a great deal, like the first signs of needing to pee, or a casual gla