The silence of the blank canvas is overwhelming. Any clank or clatter, a welcome distraction from my mind that tries so hard to sing the notes yet no sound comes out.
But what is the picture? I feel the rhythm, but as soon as I reach for it, it ceases. The color fades to a dull whiteness.
Out of reach. There are no words. There is no sound. There is no color, no lines.
Just the emptiness of my soul longing to reach and find something. Anything.