Blank Page
The page isn’t really blank.
It’s just staring at me.
Judging me.
Waiting for brilliance I swore I had at 2am but can’t find now that the sun’s up and my coffee’s gone cold.
The page isn’t really blank.
It’s just staring at me.
Judging me.
Waiting for brilliance I swore I had at 2am but can’t find now that the sun’s up and my coffee’s gone cold.