Blank. The cursor blinking at me with unimaginable judgement. Wondering when my mind decided to fill silence with more silence. A hidden playground used to lurk behind my eyes. Lately, the insatiable greed of reality has sunk it’s teeth. My free time is spent dissociating- away from the world, away from my thoughts, away from horrors.
Imagining the ravages of a war torn society; friends turning on friends, neighbors harboring damning secrets, children shuffling somber in bloodied streets. Fear mongering the daily theme. Kingdoms being built in bargains off the backs of broken promises and busied people.
Blank. The cursor blinking at me with unimaginable judgment. The flowers aren’t blooming the way they used to, there’s something stifling the air. The cursor is blinking at me again. The page is still blank.
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