Staring at the vast whiteness my mind starts to blur. What to
say, what to do? Nothing to say, nothing to do. The white desert stretches far
beyond me, taunting me, daring me to vanquish it. Can I vanquish it? I’m not
sure, but there’s one way to find out. I pick up my pen and paper and wrack my
brain. How to vanquish this white desert? A little thought flitted through my
mind like a butterfly through the wind. I catch it and stare at it, trying to
make it better. But before I can it flies away again.
Yep. I know this feeling so well.
ReplyDeleteSo true. And i really like the metaphor of a white desert.
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