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I can’t think…
I drop my pen on a piece of paper and watch as the black ink slowly expands like darkness over light…
Why can’t I keep my thoughts straight? It used to be so easy, everything seemed simple, the way things should be... Never took a second to appreciate it I guess.
And now… and now, as I look at the mountains covered with snow and the still countryside, frozen still by the winters cold air, I catch myself wishing something would happen, something, anything, anything at all. I then feel the winds cold bite, bringing me back to reality.
I look down at my piece of paper, the ink has spread over half the sheet…I can’t think, I can’t… Why can’t I anymore? I’m getting lost, why can’t I keep my thoughts straight?
So I walk on… where to? What for? Give me one good reason.
…
Why can’t I keep my thoughts straight?
You can’t erase the ink that has sunk deep, just like the shadows that have spread over light…
Never the less, I walk on…