Blank Page. Vacant ways.
Dying to eat.
All that’s there is a solemn plate. I’m choking on the words. Haunted by what I can’t figure to say. Balls of paper strewn out on the floor. White canvas, begging to be formed. Empty little nothing, hoping… For more.
Stare at the lines… Praying for greatness to come.
Blank page scariest place in the world if there ever was one.
Written in 2010