lost ideas

i've been writing a lot of one liners lately. not jokes. just empty lines that might turn into something lately.

she speaks to me in whispers that i cannot hear

this one line is always with me. when i can't think of a single thing to write, i am thinking this over and over stuck on repeat. needle stuck in that groove. skip skip skip.

i cannot make it go away.

i fill my head with other things.

sex. flowers. headphones.

it still appears.

tonight, i cleaned out my desk drawers. just to dump everything back inside in a messy way again. this is what i found:

she was a poet, and like most poets saw only in blue. even when she removed her sunglasses the sky was still dark and grey. she cried everyday. it gave her inspiration.

i'm in the waiting room surrounded by six senior citizens. my second trip to the dentist in one week. three months in college and my mouth has become full of decay.

sometimes i read what i write and "oooh" outloud because it is still shocking to see that i am everyday getting a little better at something.

time does tell. 
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