Blank

Vague scribbles dance across the walls
Just a blank room, a pen and me
Staring up at the galactic ceiling
Glow-in-the-dark stars haphazardly taped on top
I dream
I feel like I'm sleeping
But I'm far from it

The words in my head twist and contort
Like wisps of smoke
As my pale hand fails to catch them
I look back at all the little side notes
And wonder
If it'll ever add up to four full walls
Of words
Or the remnants of ones
My hand smudges as I write
A new beginning