And I am The Unthinkable

Diary of a Lazy Writer

Sometimes I feel
That I’m under it
And I can’t steal
One more second of it
And a giant eraser
Will me coming for me.

And I feel that
I disappear
I’m invisible
I’m unreachable
I’m untouchable
I’m untalkable
I’m unthinkable.

And I scream.
And there’s silence.

*

Damn, that came fast and soft.

Hugs for every single one of you who read this, and thank your for it 😉

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