In The Beginning
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The words were vague; without form, and void.
Emptiness was upon the face of my mind as my thoughts rowed their boats across the waters of my heart.
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Vibrating angrily outside was the old generator set of my neighbor. The sound it produced literally obliterated every meaningful word my head managed to form.
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It was a time when I felt empty and needed someone to help fill in the void that was gradually drowning me...
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I picked up my phone, scrolled through the contact list, stopped at this particular number... But decided against lowering my thumb to touch that green call button.
I did it twice again, the same result I got.
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So I decided to just write... 'But how can one so empty, fill in a blank page with words?' I asked me.
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I picked up the pen anyway and said 'let there be words' and there were words, as my pen began to scribble down alphabets...
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I divided the words. The first; the emptiness of my heart.
The second; the old rickety generator of my neighbor...
The third; a girl I want to tell how much I love but just won't.
And back to the emptiness of my heart.
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After I finished writing, I didn't know if to see that *it was good*
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Well in the beginning, I created the words on this page in my mind.
The words were without form, and void as emptiness was upon the face of my mind.
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A poem
kordzTLB

wonderful

adefajosekayo:
wonderful

thank you