She sat down
To write something...
She picked up her diary
The moment she held her pen
All the words she had gathered,
Vanished into a black hole.
She sat still,
Holding her pen loosely,
With an empty mind
Staring on the blank paper
Waiting to be filled with colors.
But she had none of them
Except a black and white hue.
So she put the diary back
With a smile not so sad
But as she walked away
They called her name
And the air felt silent
The diary, the pen, the…