Blank Paper

                                                                                   At first, I would try and draw. But anyone that knows me would know that the only things I can draw are cats. But this time around I tried to draw a flower, looking at it makes me remember why I’m not profound when it comes to drawing flowers. To cover the flower, I try to write a poem. When I finished the poem I go over it and try to fix all the words that fell into the poem without meaning too. Maybe in the end it would be a beautiful mess, but I don’t have that high of hopes.