words. just words.
flowing from the bottom of my brain to the tips of my fingers. the blue must bleed onto the paper. c'mon words, i just need a few to break the dam. begin the flow.
my eyes slam shut to block out all light and distracting elements that seem to blockading my needs, my words.
please.
come back to me.
i know youre still lingering right on the tip of my pen waiting for touchdown, landing the golden point to the colorless paper, willing something... anything to be released.
my hand curls deeply hugging the shaft of the pen and i notice that i hold it differently than others. i move my second finger to attempt normality.
shit.
distraction.
who cares about my finger placement as long as something is being written. but if the paper is still blank... nothing is being said, nothing matters.
i open my mouth to bring more and more oxygen to my brain, maybe that will trigger a reaction, a chemical blast between synapses which will allow a bulb to ignite above my head... wait for it... nothing. maybe i dont need to say anything after all.
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