waiting...


she typed...
and erased
typed again...
erased again.
the muse -
lost somewhere,
amidst the chaos
of her mind.

she took a deep breath
and got up from the desk
the blank document on the screen
left unattended
the blinking vertical line
calling out her name
waiting for her to come back
and write
give words to the feelings
some spilled over the desk
some discarded in the bin.

she comes back
moves the cursor over the apple
and clicks on shut down
the feelings
silently screaming
left unheard
still spilled over the desk,
waiting.


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