Tuesday, March 5, 2024

the gas light is blinking

there are moments,
like now,
when you feel like you have
nothing more
to say
about anything.
you're running on empty.
it's all been said,
before.
and yet,
in a few hours, or tomorrow
or the next
day.
as you scribble what's
in your mind
at a rapid pace, you'll
wonder
what you were worried for.
someone or something
has filled your tank,
once more.

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