The Blank Stare

Staring blankly doesn't mean being clueless

I stare

You scold me

I've an idle mind you say

But deep within you know what I'm thinking

You snap

I recoil in fear

You've a frightful temper

But deep within I know what you're feeling

A blank stare

It is not thoughtless

It is placid, tranquil, and wanderlust

In the depths of our minds, we speak without words

Reviews

[Johnson Bobby]

vissions perceive truth the dreamstate of words
spoken silently quiet and awhisper steal my heart
evry time i see you

[The Perfectionist]

So if idle hands are the devil's playthings, what are idle minds?

This is actually...really good. It's simple, direct, and has a perfect build up to an excellent ending. I wouldn't change a damn thing.

Well done you.

Okay, maybe one thing. Since when is wanderlust a noun? Or even a word at all?