There is struggle in every beginning.
What to write in these blank pages?
We get stuck in every white space we see
We stop in every blank space
We stare
We try to start
Words don't come easy
We struggle for ideas
We fumble for words
The thought process stops.
Catharsis.
The ideas flood our brains
The ideas pour
The brain leaks of ideas
But we struggle for structure
For there is none in these blank pages, white spaces
There is none.
We try to achieve form and flow
But there are none
All we have are fragments
of thoughts
of words
It's a stacatto of ideas.
Without rhythm
Without melody
Without harmony
For there are none in these blank pages
There are none in these white spaces
The words
are just lines
are just dots
are just strokes
that will never make sense
In these white spaces
In these blank pages
This beautiful mess.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
There is struggle in every beginning.
What to write in these blank pages?
We get stuck in every white space we see
We stop in every blank space
We stare
We try to start
Words don't come easy
We struggle for ideas
We fumble for words
The thought process stops.
Catharsis.
The ideas flood our brains
The ideas pour
The brain leaks of ideas
But we struggle for structure
For there is none in these blank pages, white spaces
There is none.
We try to achieve form and flow
But there are none
All we have are fragments
of thoughts
of words
It's a stacatto of ideas.
Without rhythm
Without melody
Without harmony
For there are none in these blank pages
There are none in these white spaces
The words
are just lines
are just dots
are just strokes
that will never make sense
In these white spaces
In these blank pages
This beautiful mess.
