I stare at this white sheet-
An empty page,
Endless possibilities;
Infinite stories to write,
And yet all I see
Is the void,
The inability to write,
Of never being able to.
when silence becomes audible
I stare at this white sheet-
An empty page,
Endless possibilities;
Infinite stories to write,
And yet all I see
Is the void,
The inability to write,
Of never being able to.
Stare into the dark unfocused and images will form. Black paper or black tea are better for a meditation on emptiness that will fill with unconscious dreams coming out to play in the shadows of a blue star in the dark.
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I think darkness is worse. The images that form in the dark aren’t always decent and we can’t reach out and grab the light. We sit there, alone, terrified, being engulfed by the ugly layers of darkness.
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Believe that you do know exactly what you want to write. Believe there is a part of you, the instinctive part that you can give control to. Allow yourself to be led…. and good luck. Keep writing. Anything.
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Thank you
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I jeep a daily journal and just write and draw anything…with at least one thing written that I am grateful for. Thats how I start most days. Supposed to be good therapy.
When I am not inspired I review it and pick out anything that seems interesting.
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That seems like a good way to keep going.
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I have often said my favorite color is white because it contains every other color, and it is the color of a blank sheet of paper. I love (and hate) looking at a blank sheet of paper. The possibilities encourage me, and mock me.
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I go through this a lot , sometimes I think I know what to write but once I sit down to write it’s all gone
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Oh my God! Same. And it’s so frustrating.
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