Comments - Zenuel

And so it was with humble eyes laid down upon the comments, that he sighed softly, returning hands to the keyboard as he wrote with pride and passion, a glimmer in his eye of things to come, a tingle of hope but not one of expectation, Zenuel took great care in jotting down reasons he believed his comment to be worthy, but as he wrote fear gripped him like a vice, would it count if he wrote something as if from a page in a novel? No, he thought, nearly out loud as his key tapping grew faster and louder, he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, but yet they dwelled, lingering in the air like that of stagefright for a child fresh onto the scene, he began to worry as he typed, concerned that with every word he grew lesser, and his comment lost weight, soon he was reading, re-reading and doubting still, the thoughts washed over him forcing him to wonder what he had concocted, with trepidation he lifted his hands from the keyboard, staring at the now blinking cursor, an advisary he'd become very familiar with, what would he write? He sighed again, this time leaning back in his chair, his eyes wondering the ceiling, thoughts painting themselves in strokes onto the open canvas, "That dog is pretty cute though.." he mulled out loud "Hmm, perhaps I can do this.." he looked down at the comment box in defience, resting again with his hands on the keyboard "Alright, I have an idea" soon the tip and tap of the keys was filling the air again, soon, he thought, soon he would have a comment to post. But when?