(a prompt from my writing camp)
Nothingness in its prime state.
Blank, white space, asking to be filled.
A square of whispering, craving absentness.
I see something I want to fill in with words and doodles and inspirational nothings. I want to scribble quotes or attempt to draw pictures in that space. I can’t stand that it’s naked and bare, as it is now.
I see nothing that has the potential to turn and transform into something: bigger, better, bolder.