Hmm I don't know
This pen is almost out
A drought I foresee
No more drops falling
No more words coming forth
This well I've been using is dried
I have no inspiration
The words are hard to find
They came in droves now I hunt for them
Pondering gets me no where
It's weird
I haven't felt this in so long
I wonder if I should still go
Plans are changing
Just like me
I wanted to go on a trip
Leave so I could disappear
Now I no longer need to
I'm disappearing now
Every morning my body seems oblique
Midday it returns to normal
By night it loses its' color
So do I really need to go to disappear
Or I'm I finally in the shadows
If so I don't know
This is a first huh
I've always molded myself to be more likable to certain people
Always able to change
Always able to survive
Always able to be liked
But I feel like I've become more solid
I picked up a skill to please you
Now I like this skill
But it keeps me thinking of you
Makes me less malleable
I don't even know what I'm writing about now
I feel empty
Yet full
I wonder...what is this?
