She stares blankly at her screen.
Tilts head to the right to glance outside.
Crickets chirpping away at the night.
Time passing by
Doesn’t matter its passing by.
A state in which the mind cannot think.
What is she doing wrong?
Is she even doing anything right?
Write write write write.
It is all.
Just thinking you know?
When you think and you write what you think
The fan spinning round and round
An on going movement never to stop
Only to stop until it is controlled
They feel heavy
A sign of sleep, to sleep and just stay like that.
She stares at her screen
Nothing was said
Nothing was written