My mind is blank. It’s like a blank page waiting to be filled, or emptied of nothingness. I can see some dots, even a comma here and there, some words nicely rounded by the pen, but no real content, no meaning. It’s just empty. Sometimes I wish human kind would have thought of inventing a better word for nothingness. It’s too plain, it’s too boring, it’s unpleasant...
Day 254 – Blank
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