Senseless

This mind is somnolent
Eyes wide open
Looking at the ceiling
Empty of thoughts
I feel like doing nothing
I don’t have anything
in mind to write
but I find myself scrawling
I am hungry of words
I don’t know why
Sometimes, I wanna pull off
my hand and keep it in a box
Wrench my brain and keep
it in a jar.
Writing, what have you done
to me?
I am crazy for you..
I am addicted to you..

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