Here I sit at my desk,

Pondering what to jot down in my notebook.

Whilst I usually smudge my ink from writing so passionately and in the moment,

This time is different.

This time I'm unsure what to write.

This time I get the gut feeling that my story I share with you is a lost cause,

An idea that should be scrapped.

I crumple the pages tightly and warp the words,

An action so aggressive to end it all.