Monday, May 26, 2008

Waiting

I buy paper.

To write on.

Reams of emptiness waiting to be filled.

They say nature abhors a vacuum.

Virgin white vacuum yearning to be defaced by black, red, blue.

And a hand... clicks a pen.. On.. Off... On... Off.

Waiting for words to come.

How ironic is it that I'm writing about my inability to write?

2 comments:

N said...

you wrote.
nice.

Sid said...

I had zactly the same feeling...though on Ms Word...sometimes I feel too much brevity isnt good for health! Hehe...