"Silence bears down; a cacophony of loneliness
as I sit, surrounded
by empty canvases and a palette full
of inarticulate desire.
Thunder threatens to break the hazy light of seeming calm
as it settles into the night air,
reminding me to close my window.
But the weight of emptiness paralyzes my limbs,
though my hand closes around a paintbrush.
And though I sit bound by stillness,
colors dance behind open lids
to the beat of my heart pulsing in my left wrist:
strokes of crimson regret fading in and out under the overlay
of a wistful moon’s azure reflection.
But the brightest patterns dissipate into hesitation
before my tired fingers can distinguish their form.
And I remain alone,
but for the hum of night whistling through my open window,
and a lap-full of blank canvas:
a testament to indecision."
Something I wrote.
#I don't even know