I pull up a blank page often
And stare at that empty space.

I wonder why I’m not brilliant enough to fill it.
I want to be one of the greats. 

I do not fear the void.
I want to be consumed by it. 

I will fill it’s emptiness.
no longer screaming into nothing,
but into the space I have became. 

Despite my intentions,
my wants, my wishes.

I am often left speechless.
not sure what to say,
not sure what to write, 
or how to feel.

So I scream into the emptiness 
praying it screams back.