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Black Moon

The thing is, there are times that I couldn’t write, and I couldn’t force the words out. Those times when I couldn’t even think of a good metaphor to describe and define whatever it is I want to express because there’s nothing to express. It’s as if my mind suddenly turns into a giant white canvas for me to paint on for the words, but there’s no freaking words coming out of my mind and no matter how much I try to squeeze some thought and some sense, I just couldn’t make myself to.

This is one of those times when I couldn’t harness the magic of words.

My mind is tired. My heart too.

After all, I am named after the moon, and tonight the moon is black.

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