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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One Word #13 Word: Attic Attic, Noun, A space or room just below the roof of a building When you feel the need to do something, Wanting, willing, to do almost anything. Trying to erase the thick blank that is drawn, Before you get tired of thinking and yawn. The mind is a huge mess of scribbled lines, Of memories, inspirations, and failed designs. So empty that another being could live in the attic, But if they were to watch TV, it would be just static. It’s like swimming in a white ocean on your own: Without another soul, you’re all alone. When you try to remember their face, it’s just a mess, Causing you to overthink it and stress. Remembering something is lighting a match, That is supposed to burn, but there’s always a catch. There’s only a few sparks of colour that quickly go out, Leaving you in the darkness with your worry and doubt. When we finally remember something that was lost, We smile wide, even if we may forget it again. Just knowing that we once held it close, that’s enough for today, But the greatest miracle would be for that though to stay. When it seems as though we finally hold something in our grasp, Everything is tossed around and it all overlaps. So once again, we are left sitting in this blank, empty attic, With nothing to see but the familiar grey static.
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