A blank piece of paper sits in front of me like a taunt.
Memories long forgotten stare back,
challenging me to find them.
I am supposed to brainstorm memories,
but my brain is a storm I cannot navigate.
I see a flash of a memory, but it is gone as quick as it came,
leaving me shaking in the thunder.
Ideas continuously hail down on me,
but I have nothing to catch them with; they slip through my fingers
and float downstream to be forgotten.
In my mind, I am soaked with fragments of ideas,
but my paper stays dry.
cal • Jan 8, 2025 at 9:15 PM
my little buddy is so cool