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Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Backspace, hold, type.
Backspace, hold, stare.
The page glows white like
a winter landscape,
cold and bare-
it offers no ideas,
and no sympathy. I close
the program and my eyes,
lean back, and sigh. My mind
stays empty this time.

I'm not happy with what I've been writing, and that frustration is just making things harder.

1 comment:

alia said...

ah it's like you've read my mind/are the same person. this has been my life lately. sigh.