Blank canvas.
Clean slate.
Vast abyss at my fingertips.
I would like nothing more than to fill you with my love.
To burden you with my pain.
Seek out your wisdom in a world of fools.
But there is much to lose.
And things far too precious to gain.
The war within is raging.
So once again, I seek refuge in open space, because that is where I find the most comfort.
Every time I set sail in one direction, an unfathomable wind spins the vessel of my mind like a pirouetting ballerina-gone-wild.
Perhaps I subconsciously embrace the chaos, welcoming any distraction to avoid facing the truth..
I have no idea what I want.
Maybe that’s a lie.
Maybe I do know what I want.
Maybe I just can’t accept the impossibility of it.
In the stillness, I sense doom…and plead for joy.
