a blank canvas,
no idea what to write or paint,
the whiteness reminds me of the snow,
cold,
lonely,
slow; dull and slow,
makes time almost stop,
people move around,
silently,
almost no noise but the shuffle of their feet,
lights are barely seen,
it's almost like your stuck,
everyone but you is moving,
soon, that blank canvas,
was everything you've seen.
(J.D) (9:40)