Empty Paper

I stare at the paper in front of me.

Empty and clean.

With nothing in mind to write,

I tap my pen annoyed.

Words won't come to my mouth,

They won't come onto the paper.

It's empty...

I think, and think...and think...

What is ther to write about?

What should I write about?

What to write...what to write...

The paper is still emtpy.

It's hungry for words,

and my hand's yearning for movement.

Nothing comes to my mind...

I drop the pen and leave my desk,

angry at the fact I ended up writing nothing.

I go to sleep.

I wake up hours later.

I sit back at my desk...

I pick up the pen.

I begin to write on the empty paper...

A story of my life.