The Blank Canvas

I'm staring at a clean canvas. It's crisp. Clean. Untainted. Pure. It gleams in the light, almost glowing with perfection. Untouched. Untarnished. I'm staring at the canvas. I have the paintbrush in hand. But I continue to stare. The palette of colors sit beside me. But I still continue to stare at that canvas. Scared … Continue reading The Blank Canvas