White Canvas
Blank mind
Empty canvas
Open body
Free spirit
Ready to begin a sketch
Cant decide where to begin
The picture's unclear
Foggy and distorted
Colors are dull
All fade to grey then desinigrate
Perspectives change
And now im back to square one
Unsure of my wants,
my needs,
my path,
myself.
So here I am
Alone
Staring blankly
Just me and my white canvas
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