i sit here and i stare at the blank page
hoping that if i stare at it long enough, i would know what to write
my thoughts come up with nothing.
write yourself.
fill these lines with cursive writing, with haunting pictures, beautiful memories
anything, say anything, draw anything
any little hint on the way i feel.
draw a picture
write a word.
anything.
but it does nothing.
it stays blank, a neatly blue ruled sheet of paper.
but i still sit here, and stare at the blank page
hoping that if i stare at it long enough, it would show my emotions.
and it finally does.
i feel nothing. nothing at all.
