Uninspired I'm staring at an empty page. Usually it would be flooded with ink, overflowing with metaphors and colorful words, but today it's blank. I'm pondering an empty canvas. The colors are all missing. I can't find the picture that fits on it. So it sits, blank and untouched. I'm feeling the keys of a piano under my fingertips. They make no sound. I press one down and hear a lonely note that fades slowly. The music has gone and it is silent.
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