I picked up a pen
to inspire myself
to create and thought
to myself of what great
things I might do once
I start to move it,
to draw or write.

But I failed to notice
the ink that's dripping
into the paper as I got
lost into my own little
place of wonder,
it started as a dot then
it turned into a pool
of black.

A surprise in a moment
an hour wasted, daydreaming
into skies emptying the
pen that's supposed to ink
my thoughts to reality
lost in thought and not in panic
I began to paint my desk
in slack.

© miryelleY.