Hemingway

Running out of words. writers' block. running out of reasons. these tired eyes seek a place to rest from the downfalls they've witnessed. i fought sorrow with these beaten fists. i've come to learn time won't heal a thing. i've cursed the skies, i've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive. let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who i am. let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind.