The Unknown

Ceiling

Staring at the ceiling 

Blank, white, clean slate.

Nerves

Rising from the abyss of the ceiling

And flooding my brain 

Can’t eat 

Can’t think about anything else 

Blank doc 

In front of my face

Not a thought in my mind

Now I’m back 

Staring at the ceiling 

Getting lost in the ceiling 

Worrying

Can’t sleep at night 

Awake

Staring at the ceiling 

As if it’s blank slate that will give me an answer to my question

What to write about, what to be, where to go, what my future holds 

And yet, the ceiling

The flatness, the pure white even in the darkness, so smooth

Still can’t help 

I can’t decide

Nothing helps

I’m lost.

Sources:

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