Sun shining through.
Blank.
Rain dripping down.
Blank.
A light touch on skin.
Blank.
Blank pages,
Fresh and crisp.
Nothing there but the lines.
Eyes burning.
With nothing there.
No tears,
Nor light.
White clouds filled with nothing.
Weaving fingers through.
Emptiness.
White noise.
Deaf but not in my own head.
Everything is just,
BLANK
