The pristine white sheet burns into my eyes,
blank, like the thoughts in my head,
It’s daunting, mocking, empty.
I want to be able to do something, anything,
I don’t move.
The sharpened pencil gripped in my hand,
the tip hovers just above the page.
The blinking cursor on the screen,
my hands hover just above the keyboard.
The racing thoughts in my head,
my mind hovers just above the answer.
I don’t move.
The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.
You haven’t been here in years.
You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,
Everything looks weirdly the exact same,
Things sound different at midnight,
the dark is so much lighter,
the noises so much louder.
Every creak causes a jump.
They come out of nowhere,
people rising up from the ashes,
no coordination, no plan in place,
just people who, at the same time, spread all over,
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