Logophobia

Another dreary day to add to my cyclical life; even so, life itself only a part of many larger cycles. Why is it that the stars can always be seen, but never touched? Must I really become an astronaut to live in the space that I can picture so vividly? What are the circumstances that would end my affliction? How hard must I yearn before I have the will to succeed? I must take initiative!

Nevermind.