Gazing into the void—
with his pen going
to and fro onto a blank page:
just like two lovers
kissing each other,
repressing a momentary qualm,
exhuming the extravagant proof
of their existence
—is the writer,
lashing out
every synapse of his brain
for nothing.
Nothing.
iamthe_avatar ©2015
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
Gazing into the void—
with his pen going
to and fro onto a blank page:
just like two lovers
kissing each other,
repressing a momentary qualm,
exhuming the extravagant proof
of their existence
—is the writer,
lashing out
every synapse of his brain
for nothing.
Nothing.
iamthe_avatar ©2015
Scriptwriting.
