Stream of Consciousness

Writer’s Block

The words slip across my mind. Echoing their existence into oblivion. Sometimes I look into her eyes, pulling me into what could have been. In the car she tells me a story. Don’t dwell on the what-ifs. These are territories that are in my cartography. 

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