I'm brimming with imagination
My pen unmoving
perhaps, it was feeling guilty having the intention of staining the innocent white paper.

I'm stifled, my imaginations are drifting away
pen covered in dust
the innocent white paper unbothered
what could I do?!


I have to write something
force the pen to forfeit its conscience
and let the paper bear the witness for the generations to come
Even if it's not what hearts desire.

Assidy.
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