"how could i ever have forgotten the look
of ink smoothly rolling across a
page when i write"-exactly how i feel right now...i've been writing nonstop for about two hours after a whole month of not a single thing.

this is a beautiful poem simply because you can FEEL the emptiness. it's real, tangible. honest, above all.

I like how you've given specific indicators like, "the smudges i always seem to find on-my fingertips after-october is nearly over,". Putting the "october" in there really opens this up somehow for me. Gives it that individual twist that a reader needs to genuinely relate to a situation. Well done. MD:77.

i like this poem because i think it captures a feeling of groping for meaning in a life that seems to offer none. sometimes i don't know what to do with myself. but i hope you don't feel this way; it's a terrible way to feel. :/ keep writing, friend!

aww sad. i'm sure that the inspiration will pick up again. yeah to tell you the truth, i haven't had much to write about either.

the last lines are amazing and kinda heartbroken.

We're in the same boat.