White.

My mind's been ultimately blank lately. No inner thoughts are wanting to push their way onto paper or this screen. I currently have nothing to say worth reading. In creative terms, I am momentarily a dunce.

I am laying on my bedroom floor, staring at the lights wanting to expel all thoughts. Thinking too much is my mind's greatest curse. My mind is angry because I can't think of anything substantial. So I am going to lay here, and think of nothing.