Today is one of those days were I’m drawing a blank.
I have several thinks I could write about,
But none of them are coming out right.
I’ve started this piece at least three times,
But a few sentences in, delete, delete, delete.
Most people love things that are blank.
The new fallen snow,
just waiting for your footprints.
An empty notebook,
just waiting for your stories.
A blank canvas,
just waiting for your portrait.
A blank computer screen,
just waiting for MY slice.
But a blank mind,
not what I need tonight.
So, tomorrow I’ll try again,
but this time, I’ll be flowing with words.
Or so I hope.