Focusedheart
Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
Her hands hovered over the keyboard as her eyes stared blankly at the screen.
What was she going to write?
Was there an idea?
She couldn't recall it. There was no detail. It all seemed to be lost.
Practice? Yes that would help. Like riding a bike? Maybe.
Just a little rusty, a little lost to life.
That was the problem.
Life.
Or just simply, she was rusty.
What was she going to write?
Was there an idea?
She couldn't recall it. There was no detail. It all seemed to be lost.
Practice? Yes that would help. Like riding a bike? Maybe.
Just a little rusty, a little lost to life.
That was the problem.
Life.
Or just simply, she was rusty.
