i've been pulling,
pulling at my hair
wishing it would just all go away
thin strands are falling
falling to my lap

i hear a humming,
humming of a computer
but there's nothing there
and my laptop is only...
only, silent.

i'm feeling the emptiness,
emptiness of the final blank page
of a good book
and i don't,
i don't know who i am

how much time has passed,
passed since yesterday?
it feels like,
feels like,
forever.