Thursday, May 18, 2006

This is something I wrote when I was trying to sketch, but couldn't get any ideas, not even to doodle. My mind was absolutely BLANK.

The pure whiteness gives me a blank stare
Blank, spotless, but not untouched
Yelling whispers at me
To fill it up with my stories;
Confused imagination
But my mind is grey.

I have pierced through
The psychedelic kaleidoscope
Into the white tunnel of hopeless hope
But my harmony is lost.

The mirage of color eludes me now
Squares and spirals fade further away
What’s empty seems heavy with vacuum
I’m still waiting for a spark
to come my way.

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