the
empty
spaces between the
strokes of a pencil or the
strokes of some keys interrupt the
flow
of
the mind.
the empty seconds when we are staring at the paper or staring at the cursor (blink blink blink, empty spaces in between empty seconds) the empty mind while we are staring unblinking at the teasing empty paper the empty screen the empty spaces that interrupt the
flow
of
the piece
which is only a piece and not the whole because there is so many empty spaces between the ink and the next ink and the next ink and the empty spaces taunt us
follow us everywhere in everything, the empty spaces between our eyes and the paper between our fingers and the pencil between our minds and the subject between us and them between one step and the next down the street through the air that has so many empty spaces between atoms and empty spaces between people and empty spaces between the snowflakes that fall and turn into a blanket of white that resemble the
empty
spaces between the
strokes of a pencil or the
strokes of some keys that
interrupt the
flow
of
my work.