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Nothingness in Mind
Sometimes I have no inkling of what to write.
My pages blank,
My mind racing with too many thoughts,
Incapable to type.
I forget prompts and sometimes the prompts forget me.
I'm just sitting in the shadows,
Questioning the pen in my hand,
My hand questioning my head,
With no replies said.
It's quite strange,
Yet adventurously confusing,
For I am stuck traveling Nothingness.
© Written Dreammares
My pages blank,
My mind racing with too many thoughts,
Incapable to type.
I forget prompts and sometimes the prompts forget me.
I'm just sitting in the shadows,
Questioning the pen in my hand,
My hand questioning my head,
With no replies said.
It's quite strange,
Yet adventurously confusing,
For I am stuck traveling Nothingness.
© Written Dreammares
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