The 11th Sign’s Mettle Trapped inside the four walls anguish roaming the hollows of my mind. Though I tried to sleep on it but it embraced me in my slumber until the morning light. Sighing, I sat on my desk asking: How long will this take? So combing for answers, I looked at the vast, blank page. We reside in an empty canvas. We choose what to fill. But where shall I pick up the barebones of my sketches? Flipping through the pages, I exist in a different sphere, escaping from the blue and grey I can be anyone that my heart desires. The scent of paper calms my spirit, casting my dismay and fears aside. Feeding my soul, I feel the courage I have found my sanctuary and light.
40 | Cosmos
