Writer's Block

When you can’t fill tabula rasa because your mind’s becoming one.
Engulfed in cobwebs and enraged at the banter of creaking floorboards no one else can hear. The sign reads vacancy but nothing will stay. Damn you keyboard, damn you pen. Damn this snow blinding white mocking me with its blank stare. Expressionless empathy without compatibility. If only I could draw!

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