The Carved Block.
He lays down staring at white ceilings. His ink well dried, feather broke, and paper full of empty words. The promises, lessons he thought he learned, and the answers to questions, he never thought he'd ask again. So what is now...? And when it's happening what should I do with it...? The dreams, awake only to be nightmares, of a life. Where he cant hold her... And he says, "I have not even heart to feel you." Somewhere he lost it. Admits the pages, within the ink, and he's all out of space. He prays that one day she'll come back, she'll help him out, help him up, and help him back to that place inside, where never lands when you're flying. And in the end, he like so many falls for the lie. He falls away from the truth, and reaches the shadows length back for it. But his spirit has been chasing after him for sometime now, and in it's tired hands, it carries a heart heavy enough to hold the whole world back. So he stares into the white, the blankness of space, with only his shadow to reach beyond. And he ask, "What happens when the block is already carved...?"