Hey can you do me a favor? Pick up that white board over there.
Yeah, the one that’s perfectly clean with no trace of it being used at all.
Great, now go grab that marker.
The thing that transfers your creativity through ink.
Ok, now write me the first word that pops in that head of yours.
Something that would always show in your imagination, your own little world.
Now show it to me.
Unchain the fence that conceals your inspiration.
Bet you feel pretty embarrassed right now, or just different maybe?
Judgment surrounds the open-minded, keen on their apprehensions.
You can erase it if you want? I won’t mind at all.
Eradicate the importance of your incentives, time washing over its eroding existence.
Huh, it didn’t go away…must’ve been a permanent.
Your once hidden thoughts now exposed to the world, a grand advantage or a horrid weakness to those who witness it.
Well I was gonna ask if you could draw me something next, but you’ll have to get a clean
board in order to do that.
A fresh start.
Leaving behind all your past troubles and constant worries for an impartial beginning.
Transgressing from one fixation to another can lead to unknown matters ahead, whether you believe it to be good or bad.
Whichever way it’s defined, a new path means new trials and tribulations. Nevertheless, anything that is yet to be set in motion shall always start as a simple blank.