Nothing

I'm trying,

To cling to the slippery walls of blank whiteness,

But the bricks rotate,

And I fall off,

Falling deeper and deeper into a maze of tangled emotions,

Feeling both strong somethings and devouring nothings at the same time,

Bleed gracefully,

Suffer silent,

Complain to a blank page,

Worshipping it like a demon,

Story of my life.

The End

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