Writings of lyrics scribbled by a pen that was running out of ink onto a piece of paper that was already full of many different crossed out lyrics that hadn’t worked out the way that she would have liked for them too.

Written in notebooks scattered along the desk surface, along with the floor, crumpled up pieces of paper into the balls that were thrown into a trashcan across the room that was already overfill and overflowing with more piece of paper.

She had already gotten the instrumental, a tune that had been playing in her head that wouldn’t stop. She just needed these lyrics.

Meanwhile she was doing that, you were making your way over with food, her favorite food to be exact to surprise her, knowing that she tends to forget to eat when she gets focused on things like this.

You walked into the room to find the sight of your girlfriend with her knees to her chest, headphones around her neck, scribbling on yet another piece of paper with a new pen. And like the rest.. she crumpled up the paper and tossed it behind her, not caring where it would land.

“Hey.” You called out to get her attention, to which she turned her head to look over at you, her brown eyes wide.

“Babe, what are you doing here?” She asked, taking off the headphones from around her neck and putting them down. You walk through the maze of notebooks and paper scattered to her, setting down the bag of food.

“Ignore the mess.” She said before you could say anything. “I cant write these lyrics. And i keep stumbling when I try to rap.” She muttered, leaning back in the chair and letting out a sigh. She looks over to the bag, arching a brow.

“You brought me food?”