Five minutes, any day. Spent writing—something anything not for anyone anything no edits no outlines no plans no correction, this is where it goes.enjoy.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Blank

Blank
as a clean sheet
Blank
as my mind

Free
as a bird
Free
without lines

empty
as an urn
empty
waiting to be filled

hollow
it's all so hollow

vast empty spaces

and if you do nothing with them
(how dare you do nothing with them)
and if you just look at the emptiness
(the emptiness will swallow you up)

Empty
blank
waiting
empty

you're free

free to do with it what you will
so why aren't you doing anything
why are you content with doing nothing
and just waiting for the spaces to eat you up?

why are you watching the blank white sky
and waiting for something to fall upon you
you do nothing
and nothing is done to you

why

your mouth is dry
because you have no answer
and because you have no reason
because your mind is blank

but at least you have
that one question
and with that question
comes the urge for an answer

2 comments:

  1. !!!! You're back! For now, at least, but you're back! Whoop!

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  2. It's always great to hear from you again, Christina =)

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