Questions.

What am I waiting for?

Why do I hesitate so?

What will I say that has been worth waiting so long to say?

Am I waiting for experience?

Will experience ever arrive?

Have I wasted my one conscious shot in this eternity?

Why do I whittle away my life doing purposeless things? Labor away at pointless jobs? Trash my dying time for people that I myself cannot understand?

Am I waiting until my being is a finely whittled unit that can separate atoms?

If I one day say something, will it split atoms? Will it be enough?

Am I enough?