A Blank Canvas

When there is no inspiration this happens

Me. That is all that there is, me and the canvas of my world.
My mind is filled with the unlimited inspirations for the world that shall be created.
I choose to paint the world in which I live.

I find myself on a trail running to nowhere as of yet, my canvas only has a trail
Maybe I do not have as much inspiration as I thought I had at the beginning
Well, maybe I should just walk and maybe the inspiration will come as I go
I keep walking and I keep seeing nothing but a sky of whiteness that seems to run into eternity

Where is everything? Why are there not at least some trees, or some grass, or something?
If I keep walking on the path I am on, I might just walk off the edge of the path
What is at the edge of the path? I don’t know, all I see is white!

I sure hope that at some point all this inspiration that is in my mind creates something!
Oh, there, I think I see a, what is that?! …………………………….

Reviews

[Beth Shade]

This made me smile. Hope or disaster lurks ahead ,but both merge into beauty. I had to laugh at the ending, still the dots left me with an ill feeling.

[Stephen]

Thanks for the feedback. The ending was meant to leave the anticipation of something. Thanks for reading my work.

[Beth Shade]

No sweat, no sweat! I enjoyed it and your aimed and nailed it with the ending.