Writings from a deeply unwell human

A new year. Fresh and blank. Blank. Your mind is blank. Your heart is blank. 

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Dive into the warm, blue pool. Search there for something.

Find the bottom. Smooth and blank.

Your hands in your hair. Tugging. Pulling. Nothing.

Lie down and breathe.

Blank.

You must do something.

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