nothing

it's pretty hard to write something without nothing to talk about.

you keep on guessing how to end, but you have no idea how to start.

then you try to look back on memories as early as a few minutes ago, or just waiting for a blast from the past.

but you can't seem to decide whether you want to tell the time when you fell on a flight of steps, the day you won a marathon or the time you got dumped for no one.

it is still not enough though.

you try to figure out if you want to narrate what happened, describe the moment or just don't tell about it.

then you're back from the start.

you find yourself writing about nothing and how you figured out how to do it.

you laugh at yourself.

then you begin to think about all the memories.

and remember the time you got dumped.

but you just want to keep it all for yourself and decided to write about nothing.

you laugh at yourself once more, but tears trickle at the corner of your eye.

you decided that this is enough.

you have managed to write about nothing.

that is all..

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