Blank page theory
At a point where I can’t hold a pen stiff and tell a story to paper... scripts shuffle in my mind and echoes on my heart... my soul silently tracing beats from my heart
Words fade, feelings duck....in panic i pat my palm, frustrated to feel the pulse of my emotions......traces of my heart beat silently fading... writers block my senses blocked
My heart bleeds as I blink at a clear paper yet my pen fails to flow with the stream from my heart n bleed on paper... virgin paper so pure it awaits those mesmerizing words, and permanent engraves of bliss.
Lenses focused, finger on a snap shot hence my mind fails to puzzle my emotions, and capture the picture... like brush dipped in every color but battles to make a painting..this is mute orgasm, my emotions climax from inside while virgin paper still awaits.
(2013)
