A blank screen. An empty sheet.
An ocean of possibilities;
whole universes of yeses, nos and maybes,

and yet nothing can come of them.

Each atom buzzes with suggestions
and silent words of encouragement-
words that cry desperately for life

but never reach hungry eyes.

Sighs are heaved and eyebrows furrowed,
as the creator furiously sifts
through idea upon idea,

only to end up with nothing.


About optimistthepessimist

Always in transit.
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