Unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

 

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

 

Today is where your book begins

the rest still unwritten...

 

For PK's Imagoism Thursday

Done