the canvas stays blank
and so does the mind
forcing it is useless
ignoring it is useless
the screen
the paper
the words
the thoughts
empty
like air
it can be still
it can be in motion
or cease to exist
in this bottomless pit
there is no air
there are no words
and there are no thoughts
a new idea comes to mind
behold, the same brick wall
but this time there's no way around it
and so the canvas stays blank
YOU ARE READING
aspect
Poetry"aspect" is a series of poems and journals i've written that collectively reflect my views and thoughts on the people and world around me. each entry has a personal connection to me and each volume follows a theme of its own. i hope that some of the...
