lost inside

This space, open and wide, vast. Empty, and beckoning; beckoning, words, ideas, sounds, tender touches. I want to deliver, give into this space. Make it mine. Sitting on the floor, legs outstretched before me, palms flat to the floor as i lean over them, head drooping. Where do i go from here?

I look around me for inspiration; all there is is space, open, blank white space. My thought and ideas bounce around and eventually back to me. Tracing lines and words on the floor, i begin to write, words flowing in the open space. i was begging to find myself. No longer lost inside my own head.

(unfinished..)