Music Drips into the Room.

I stare at the white paper, thinking of what I should draw on it. It must be something inspiring and creative. Something which channels my emotions, a blast of colour and feeling or paper. Yes, it must be striking. It has to make me marvel whenever I see it.

So, I ask myself, what should I start drawing...?

I look at the paper for a while. Sitting, motionless. Sadly, I put it back into its plastic slip.

Nothing, I realise. Because I haven't got anything inspiring within me.