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Give me something to write about.I am starting to be low on  ideas.What happen to the creator inside me?Beginning to push myself to the limits of creating something out of nothing.My hands,my eyes,my body,every organ inside me craving itself to fund me something that,i could speak out.May be the mind just want something else.Is it love?Is it sex?Is it food?Is it people?What do you want from me?I just keep on writing and writing and writing until i reached a point where there is no more to write on anything that provokes me.Creativity is a very damn hard thing to come out.You need some kind of an inspiration or space to give out what is best inside you.

Self assessment ?what does your mind crave for now?the things that you can't speak is been written.The things that can't be written is spoken of.Where is this all leading to?Why do we write ?Is it to improve language?Is it to impress others?Or is it just a hollow-hollow.I walked alone to a cliff that no man has ever dared to climb.But when i looked around i saw other cliff's they were not alone i saw a shadow,shadow of a person.Suddenly i reached out into my pocket and grabbed my binoculars.I was not surprised to see me in those cliff's.I realized my mind was playing games with me.It tested my reality and consciousness.Reached out for a gun from my other pocket and shot myself in the head.I was not dead just a sigh of smokes here and there.

I set out to find someone living near by.It was the grand canyons.Literally no people habitat area.I walked alone through those high cliffs and low plateaus.I started to dig a hole under where i was standing.There were no tools to be found so I used my hands instead.The digging got the best parts of my hands.The red matter came out quickly from the fingers.I was scared that i would die from bleeding.But i kept on digging.There was no specific idea on why i was digging so i decided to come out of the hole and look at it.It was 6 feet long and 3 feet wide.I knew that it was a grave hole.


So without much further questions i came to the conclusion that everybody in the world has left and i am the only one remaining.I was digging the hole to myself because if i die in the open the vultures and scavengers would feed on me.I cannot die like that 'cause in the afterlife i have to have my organs in position.And i became unconscious and fell in the grave hole.The earths crust started to change and an earthquake occurred.The walls of the grave slide and i was covered with dirt.Mother earth took care of my karma.She started a wild fire for holy smokes and started the rains for holy water.The cracking of the valley pulled out a tomb stone above my grave.It had a number written as 16 16 13(ppm).