To write or not to write,that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to speak one’s truth but in so doing discomfit.
To rise against a storm of uncertainty, and in so doing, to limit, a few words that may provoke, but perhaps no response.
Or better, to leave words unsaid until the morrow, when words may cease to mean or be forgotten.
To write, perchance, to discover, that flash of insight lurking in the unformed pathways of the mind.
To be, to write, but not to sleep. For life is now, or there is nothing after.