Blank. Absolutely blank.
And there are such times too. Funny how we keep harping on never having our minds without a thought in it, and still find ourselves with that dazed expression staring into nothingness and space. What’s that one specific thought setting you into the transition of trance. (It’s a question.) That one last thing you seem to recall before driving into the sunset.
So, this is new. You can write with a blank mind too apparently. That’s a first. What’s it about, all the chaos and rush around that’s making words pour out. Past nights and storms, dawn came around eclipses.
~Change is my constant.
|PC: Gauree Sharma.|