Nothing

Writing. Thinking. Listening. Listening to myself and the click of letters. Need a subject. Acting class tomorrow. Not enough. Thinking. Wondering. Feeling the contrast between skin and fingernail. Being called. Gone.

Back. Experiencing the aftertaste of two tart tangerines. Eyes glazing. Shaking back to focus. Still nothing. Considering another stream of consciousness. Distracted. Feeling a trickle down my foot. Looking down. Oh. Bleeding again. Gone.

Back. Making sure paper towel is staying. Thinking. Nothing. Mentally running lines for King Lear. Grinning. Bringing focus back to the keyboard. Hearing the a/c come on. Still thinking. Still nothing. Rubbing forehead. Time. Late. No school tomorrow. Ha. Giving up. Making do with this. Gone.