I love just to sit.

Not thinking hard on anything.

I love just to sit.

Playing my Levi the Poet,

Loud in my headphones. 

I sit and just stare. 

I stare at a blank page.

In the word document I just opened.

No inspiration comes.

And I stare. 

No inspiration comes.

And I stare. 

And I stare.

And I stare.

Why can't my emotions. 

My words.

Not spill onto the page.

 

There is a pit in my stomach.

And Levi makes it feel emptier.

No inspiration comes.

And I stare.

No inspiration comes.

And I stare.

And I stare.

And I stare.

How can he just speak.

Speak crude honesty to me.