Blank Canvas
// July 15th, 2009 // The Arts
The little things that never change
Growing on me, chasing strange addictions through me
Dreams, Romantic fictions fill my inspired silences
And I am creatively stale.
Whatever it is you have stirred inside me
Blots out the ink, instead it hides me
Locked in a world of exclusive recluses
I can lose myself
And not lose you
Until we’re lost
With no excuses
No more desires of explaination
Gone are the days of aesthetic creation
Those falsities of which I knew nothing
But when painted well, it was hard to tell.