nothing under rocks

i can never find what i'm looking for.
-blah notebook and pens

it takes me awhile to get used to things.
last night, i couldn't sleep
craving for some human interaction
phone calls
and noodle soup
cured me for one night
but will i survive more
without his arm resting lightly
on my stomach.

i hope so.
i never thought it would be this hard
or that a notebook could mean so much.

finding good pens is such a curse
for a writer.

pens have to be fast
smooth gliding across paper

i'm still experimenting. 
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