The other day I walked up to a white board.
I was alone in the room and I had a marker in my hand.
So many possibilities.
This didn’t excite me though.
No, it terrified me,
but the type of terror that comes to late.
More like a realisation
that you have been alive for almost 20 years
and don’t have a single thing to say.
So many possibilities,
not one of which came to my mind.
I could not think of one single thing worth drawing.
My hand pecked at the board, without making a dot.
It wasn’t like I was afraid of being judged, as I was alone.
I could really just not think of anything to draw –
that’s what terrified me and still does.
If you had a random few minutes, a white board and a marker,
What would you draw?