I thought the paper staying empty was a sign
—that I cannot write about you like before;
Because I don't feel anything
— not anymore.
It turns out that this is just an excuse,
An excuse to run away from you
—to run away from us.
Away from the feelings and memories,
Memories that revolves around you,
—that revolves around us.
Maybe that's why the paper stayed empty,
because I can't put my feelings there anymore.
These feelings became too overwhelming,
that I do not know where or how to sort out
— everything.
