Leaving Naught But A Blank Canvas In Its Wake. - Blog Posts

Blank.

Glittering lights dance across my mind.

Creating images I cannot see,

Creating words I cannot hear.

I try to reach out to them,

And grasp what the feel like,

And drag them down onto paper

But my pen doesn't meet the page.

My hand hovers above the keyboard,

The blank emptiness of white stares.

Taunting me with its endless potential.

That lays silently screaming in my head,

Waiting to burst out in streams of lines.

My pen collapses on the page,

Do I even remember 'the why'?

The original reason I'm here.

Staring at empty walls without purpose

No color or lines to fill their pointless space,

The glittering lights fade from my mind.

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