No thoughts
Head, empty
A blank canvas
I call my mind
How many hours may have passed
I do not know
The ticking of time slowly creeps through
As I focus on the concept that are seconds
The days pass, alone I stand
Facing the great unknown
An unexplainable void that haunts and clouds my vision
Concealing the vision I see
For I am not staring through the window
I am staring, at it
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
No thoughts
Head, empty
A blank canvas
I call my mind
How many hours may have passed
I do not know
The ticking of time slowly creeps through
As I focus on the concept that are seconds
The days pass, alone I stand
Facing the great unknown
An unexplainable void that haunts and clouds my vision
Concealing the vision I see
For I am not staring through the window
I am staring, at it
Mood.
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