I haven’t written in a while. Both on here and elsewhere. I guess that parallels the recent state of my life; I haven’t really felt strongly about anything in a while now. In a way it feels strange, that there is, for so long, nothing for my mind to translate into words. Like a pen running low on ink that can only leave faded scrawls. Yet at the same time I guess it is a good reprieve, to open the box of my mind and my heart and find a placid and comforting blankness – though perhaps blankness isn’t the right word, for surely blankness itself must take up space to invoke such palpable calm?


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