I used to write words on the paper,
flowing like a never ending river.
Somehow I realize that each and every one of us has a universe that we keep inside.
But some days and nights I stare at the nothingness and realize that, what’s inside me is not a whole universe but a black hole that’s getting bigger and bigger. How can the emptiness be so heavy?
Now the paper above my desk remained blank. I can’t write while drowning into this nothingness, I can’t even write using my tears.