Sitting at home alone
I scroll through my docs app
Filled with poetry and emptiness
That would never be shared.
Stories about characters I made up
But we’re really just another version of me,
Fan fictions about me and Draco Malfoy
Hoping that one day fiction would be realistic
And finally untitled documents
What they most were,
Documents that I had no idea what to name
What to do with them
Or even what to write on them
My ideas all crumpled up in my brain
Not knowing what one to put down first
Scared that maybe I would give up on it
And possibly like the other idea more.
Even my untitled document I couldn’t share
Cause the thought of people knowing that
I couldn’t think of something to jot down
Or the emptiness and sadness of a blank idea.
The typing button would flash
Telling you “Hey your supposed to write”
But how am I supposed to write when I have nothing?
The untitled document name would drive you crazy.
Thinking, how could you possibly get a name?
Or an idea?
You left it alone,
The untitled document needed room to think
Time to let the ideas flow in and out
The next day you would open your app
Find the untitled document
Name it something stupid
But something more clever than untitled document
Because no one wanted to name a doc that
No one wanted the idea of that they were stuck
Or that they couldn’t do it
And that was the real truth
No one needed to know the struggle
Just the result
Because that’s all they cared about right?
Sitting on my google docs app
I open up one titled untitled document
But instead of seeing frustration
Or anger and sadness
I see thoughts and happiness of ideas
What once used to be something I’d dream about
Spend all night finding out what to write
And that was the beauty of the untitled document
It was never finished or started
It had its own story to tell
And you didn’t even have to read it.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
Sitting at home alone
I scroll through my docs app
Filled with poetry and emptiness
That would never be shared.
Stories about characters I made up
But we’re really just another version of me,
Fan fictions about me and Draco Malfoy
Hoping that one day fiction would be realistic
And finally untitled documents
What they most were,
Documents that I had no idea what to name
What to do with them
Or even what to write on them
My ideas all crumpled up in my brain
Not knowing what one to put down first
Scared that maybe I would give up on it
And possibly like the other idea more.
Even my untitled document I couldn’t share
Cause the thought of people knowing that
I couldn’t think of something to jot down
Or the emptiness and sadness of a blank idea.
The typing button would flash
Telling you “Hey your supposed to write”
But how am I supposed to write when I have nothing?
The untitled document name would drive you crazy.
Thinking, how could you possibly get a name?
Or an idea?
You left it alone,
The untitled document needed room to think
Time to let the ideas flow in and out
The next day you would open your app
Find the untitled document
Name it something stupid
But something more clever than untitled document
Because no one wanted to name a doc that
No one wanted the idea of that they were stuck
Or that they couldn’t do it
And that was the real truth
No one needed to know the struggle
Just the result
Because that’s all they cared about right?
Sitting on my google docs app
I open up one titled untitled document
But instead of seeing frustration
Or anger and sadness
I see thoughts and happiness of ideas
What once used to be something I’d dream about
Spend all night finding out what to write
And that was the beauty of the untitled document
It was never finished or started
It had its own story to tell
And you didn’t even have to read it.
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