I want to write but there's nothing inside my head but a cool blue void throbbing somewhere inside my warm gray matter. The void takes up enough space to contain its nothingness yet leaves enough room to allow my gray matter control my bodily and basic motor functions. What's the matter with my gray matter that there's this cool blue void throbbing there? I want to write. If I had wanted to run or skip or pick up a pen it should be different, but the mere thought of running and skipping to put that pen to page creates that cool blue void where all I can do is run and skip to pick up that pen to scratch my head as I stare at the cold white blank page.
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