I don't know what to write. I don't know what I could possibly fill this empty void with that would somehow make an impact on society. Time restrictions give me anxiety, make me feel confined. Hinder me more than help me. But I have 5 minutes to publish a piece work before we continue on with our studies. 5 minutes to write a story or poem. 5 minutes to write something mediocre or exceptional. Going over all the topics that are swirling around in my head, I come up empty handed. So I'm writing what I'm thinking. I'm typing every sporadic sentence that forms in my brain. Trying not to think because thinking will lead to rethinking and rethinking will lead to deleting and deleting will lead me to nothing. And nothing is not acceptable.