I don't know why I picked up this pen.
I have nothing to say.
I can't think of anything
when I attempt to focus, my mind goes blank.
I just fade back into a land
of dazzling smiles
with emptiness behind them if you look hard enough.
and catchy pop music with meaningless lyrics
the smell of fruity perfume that hurts your head
and cheap fluorescent lights.
thats about all that's in my head today.
i'll just put my pen back in my drawer
and close it up