Entry Two in the Anthology of "The's": The Cursor

The cursor stands blinking as I wonder what to type in this new entry. I always liked blank sheets because they promised much. But this is really turning out to be a mind numbing exercise for me. What to write? What comes after the word "the"? SO many posibilities to beging with from a single word. So may stories to be told. So much blank space to fill. Now I look again at the cursor, as it flies through the blank page spitting words out like a hefty sack of flour or rice dragged across the floor with a hole, exposing its contents for all the world to see. And my mind is laid bare as such, even as I look at the moving cursor, and it is no longer blinking the way it did a few moments ago as if asking, "What's on your mind?"