Time flies, yet this one hums too loudly for me.
A thick, heavy irritant.
A disruption of my mind.
It drains my reason dry.
Words that only buzz involuntarily,
refusing to appear when they’re right on the tip of my tongue.
Somewhere they are flying—unreachable.
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song: Scratchcard Lanyard – Dry Cleaning
Writer’s block is not the absence of words, but the silence between them.
