Alone
It's quiet here.
Too quiet.
I can here my heart beating
opposite the ticking of the clock.
I'm waiting.
For what, I don't know.
For inspiration,
motivation,
fire.
Words flow
through me, around me,
but never connecting
when I need them to.
Alone
with my thoughts
but no you.
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