Words

.

I thought to write something

Since it has been so long

So much water has flown

Somewhere...

.

Things used to be different

As they have always been

And now I stare at the ceiling

Tap my pencil against my head

.

Because this page is half empty

And emptiness must be filled

My ceiling is white

And so are the walls...

.

It used to be different

It has always been so

This page is not empty

But remains being white.