The blank mind.
It’s a shrewd, foul place.
It’s like you’re alone in a blank canvas,
Wanting to fill the space,
yearning to stamp your existence somewhere.
But nothing pops up. Nothing happens.
You can’t lift your pen to glide across the paper.
Hi guys! So i just keep on writing in my worst of times hehe. I like to call this one “The Dreamer’s Death” for I am currently feeling like I am dying inside, so this this sputtered out of my head. Le...Show more