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wish/waste (drawing by lurm)

we write to fill pages.
we draw to use up ink.
the 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.

i think that the page was better empty
as was the pen before you made it leak.