wish/waste by lurm | 0 comments We write to fill pages. We draw to use up ink. Yhe emptiness squeezes drops of nothingness from our minds until the space is filled. We speak to hear the sounds of our own voices. We think to use up time. We sing because someone needs to know we can. But, I ink that the page was better empty as was the pen before you made it leak. Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.