Between the Lines you Will Find Nothing but Blank Spaces
Description
“Don't you hate that? Uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel it's necessary to talk about bull in order to feel comfortable? That's when you know you've found somebody really special. When you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence -Pulp Fiction”
Foreword
Blackhole. Left me empty.
Dry, barren land.
Chapped lips.
Words, I am at loss.
My fingers won't move.
Suddenly, fire.
Angst. No, just annoyed.
Magic.
Fingers itched to type.
Irritation can be like burning coal, fuel for a derailed train-of-thoughts.
I hope this doesn't end in a disaster.
Keeping in mind three standards.
To hell with those standards.
I think I can write.
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