You stare up at me... Laughing at me with your wide grin. "What's wrong with you?" "Why can't you right something?" you ask. I stare back at you...blankly, Not knowing how to respond to such an intimidating existance.
My palms start to sweat. The grip on my pencil tightens, and I start to gnaw on my lower lip. My unbreakable gaze could burn a hole.. Right through your fragile and arrogant body, But still I sit, unmoving, Untouched by the one thing I seek, Inspiration.
And like my mind, You continue to stay blank...
iSketchedMyLifeAway2 · Wed Aug 17, 2005 @ 12:48am · 2 Comments |