thought of writing.. but i stopped.
what is to write when i felt completely lost in the world?
what is to write when all i can feel is pain and nothing more but pain?
what is to write when i can't even tell what is in my mind?
what is to write when all i heard was lies.. lies and more lies?
what is to write when it's so cold in bed.. alone?
what is to write...
when she called me long distance.. telling me she has heart disease and probably won't live long?
and i can't even go to see her.... my little duck?
i turned on the computer..
and stared at the curser...
and it blinked.. blinked.. and blinked..
it's blank.. therefore .... i am blank....
