This is a terrible excuse for a last drabble. i am so out of things to write about.

i write.  

all curled up in my favorite thinking spot and i lift that ballpoint pen and bite the top.

and i lower it down to the page and scrawl out the things my muse had whispered to me while i lay awake.

so, i write. until there are no more words, simply a piece of artwork on a once blank sheet of white paper.

i don't write in cursive. i write in scrawny lowercase letters which grew bigger as my hand grew lazier and more tired.

but, sometimes, i get to lazy and i just type everything out in arial because everything looks better in arial. or times new roman. But not comic sans.