a different kind of empty

You know what my mind looks like?

It's like this washed out polaroid photo. 

It's concrete - it's there,

but it's staring so intently as if waiting

for the answer to a question

that was never asked.

And it's been like that

for a pretty long time,

which sucks.

Although,

I'm pretty sure

that it had a great photo anyway.

(haha)

{Note: You never know what Ideas might change your life.

So document. Everything}