Void Thoughts

I don’t wish to erase the pages written already
isn’t that foolish?

I can hide the flaws by erasing and starting all over again
but would that make me any wiser?

the smudges and mistakes show me how far I have come
isn’t that precious?

The blank page looked perfect in the absence of scribbles. No marks to tarnish its appearance.

But the blanker the page was, the messier my mind felt. The blobs of ink that refused to make its mark on the paper, left scratches on my mind mercilessly. I sat in front of my writing journal drenched in the invisible ink that I kept away from the page.

My hand trembled under the weight of the pen. Or was it from the lingering musings?