What is this

A blank piece of paper,

a white computer screen

that you stare at, wondering where the words are going to come from

and then you realize that you can't think of anything to write

because it will all come out sounding forced

you sit and stare at the screen

look around the room

note the color of your roommate's bathrobe hanging on the chair

wondering why she stacked socks on top of it

and realizing that you really aren't allowed to have a water heater

and you still haven't thought of anything to write

you think of words flowing from the depths of some inner place

that you must be inspired to draw from,

the well of humanity

and you can't bring yourself to write normal prose

like the thoughts that you know fill everyone's heads

rather than the heroic speeches of ancient tomes

because after all, everyone wants to have famous last words

and not just lay there dying

blending into the shadows of the late afternoon

when the world is far less dramatic then you think it should be

especially at a moment like that, your moment, your finality

the world should be stars and thunder and maybe soft summer rain

but it's just faded gold curtains and old sunlight

because when you think about it

the world is really turning to snow

and the sky is really gray

and you sleep

never having written what you sat down to write

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