Hello white screen.
I’m here to stare at you again.
I have hopes that your magic powers of illumination will draw the Words from my brain.
Pulling them from the core of me, as my eyes stare beyond you into Universes still unknown to the world.
Yet you sit there. Empty.
You are the one with greater power, scaring my ideas away.
Intimidating me, with your flashy white teeth, the ink wont bleed and discolor your face.
Perhaps we need to chat about my pursuits.
You see, I am trying to write a story.
As you flash the cursor line at me, blinking anxiously as my fingers wait to patter away at the keys…..
This is nonsense. I should be greater than you! I can slay you with that tiny little X at the top corner! I can will you to go away!
……however, this causes me more problems than it does you. You will smile one last time with a wicked laugh as you flash away victorious.
How do we meld our minds so that we might summon the words peacefully? Drawing from my inner pool of creation as one might a fountain?
Blank page, I think of you all the day long. I think of the words I might put to you. The stories I anxiously wish to tell…..
And yet you remain. Here. Untouched.
Intimacy we should share! My heart would overflow to you in a precarious romance, in which I slaughter my soul at the eyes of the world.
Summon from me words. I beg you.
Draw each of them out. Rend my soul if you must. Just let them flow.
onlybyyourblood 