There's something I'm itching to write
but I bite my lips and grip the pencil tight.
Nothing comes to mind.
I write this sentence but it doesn't sound quite right, it doesn't quite capture the essence of tonight.
I stare at the wall, then back at the paper where no words land. My thoughts make my hair stand and I want people to understand.
But my hand doesn't move.
So I sit back and write about not knowing what to write.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
There's something I'm itching to write
but I bite my lips and grip the pencil tight.
Nothing comes to mind.
I write this sentence but it doesn't sound quite right, it doesn't quite capture the essence of tonight.
I stare at the wall, then back at the paper where no words land. My thoughts make my hair stand and I want people to understand.
But my hand doesn't move.
So I sit back and write about not knowing what to write.
Here we go again. Hahah.
