white-blank-endless possibilities.
Yet, to fill the emptiness I need ideas. I need thoughts.
I need to know where I'm going next.
It's hard to know where you're going when it's endless-
space for any future.
here I could make a boat.
Wide stern, made of polished wood.
a sail boat, elegant, slicing through the cool waters.
the sail pregnant with wind, pink in the early sun.
turn your face to the sun,lose yourself in the spray.
here is a boat.
And here, here is fresh bread.
the crust smooth, buttery, and warm.
inside the bread is a porous world of air.
every bite is light and filled with a home.
created now, in the nothingness is bread.
But here, here can I create me?
5'6" with ever changing hair
eyes that are not 100% of one color.
Here-
can I bring myself to life here?
spunky, wild, and ever moving.
Or maybe I am here?
maybe this is my spot.
though I don't quite fit.
do I sand down my edges?
erase some lines-recreate connection?
it's easy to create a boat.floats into the brain.
bread is easy to imagine,
often shown on TV.
but me?
how do I create me?
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