Blank de blank

This page has eyes – they stare, impatiently.

Hungry.

It may have a mouth, it might not. I am

unsure.

The empty spaces reach to me.

Curling at the corners.

Desperate to peel

                                                away.

I press on.

The keyboard sounds twice as loud.

Thudding like a clumsy child.

Immature.

Not ready for the - BIG STUFF –

Where to begin?

“Simply at the end my friend.”