(no subject)
Resume
The barren sheet mocks me.
Its sterile emptiness longs for the dissimilar
The black of print, the giver of life.
The words are tossed and whipped around.
Grains of sand in the wind storm of my mind.
Un-uniformed.
No direction.
It haunts me.
I am to fill it with its lifeblood.
Fill it to the brim of its margins
Fill it until it is only a memory of what it once was.
The wind calms and the words drift onto the white ocean.
Caressing the page.
Tip-toeing across the surface.
But soon sink into a hazy abyss of inferiority.
The barren sheet mocks me.
Its sterile emptiness longs for the dissimilar
The black of print, the giver of life.
The words are tossed and whipped around.
Grains of sand in the wind storm of my mind.
Un-uniformed.
No direction.
It haunts me.
I am to fill it with its lifeblood.
Fill it to the brim of its margins
Fill it until it is only a memory of what it once was.
The wind calms and the words drift onto the white ocean.
Caressing the page.
Tip-toeing across the surface.
But soon sink into a hazy abyss of inferiority.