I close my eyes, I see a space, waiting to be filled it resides blank, all in white. It wasn't before my eyes but in my mind. I push the door. Alas! It is locked so I knock at the door of my heart and recieve a knock back at my desk's drawers. I shuffle my stamps and quite a unique sound lies in my ears. I do it again with a hope to find something new, again. I squint into the darkness but see nothing. May be that's the black which engulfs both my mind and heart but resides in my stuffed drawers in form of failures. Still. Waiting. For a tomorrow. For a yesterday. For a today. For one day. Black 💙 Day 30 of #100poemsfor100days My hashtag : #100scarletstairs #aestheticthoughts #theunsungquill #restzone #yqbaba
