In a white room.

What if you were put in a room with for white walls,
And a black pen.
do you think an average person would be able to describe themselves. 

Do you think they would let there imagination expand?

Would they open themselves up for the world to see.

Or be shamed of the thoughts that came to mind.

I believe the imagination has no bounders.

That there is no ending point to what we can choose to express,

And how to express it.

There are so many ways a soul could shine,

Through anger,

Through sadness, 

happiness,

And love.

That's why i don't understand how a mind could blank out.

For example writers block.

Right now i have the worst writers block. 

But an old friend told me just to write what comes to mind.

Don't be afraid to express yourself in anyway you can.

So ill take this time to ramble on about how i feel,
There is no way to just go blank.

At times i wonder if words are ever enough.

do words have any effect.

Like the words I'm sorry or i love you.

I feel they mean the same thing if you just say them

There's no real emotion in just a word, 

I want to see actions,

Action's are what make it happen, 

Word's ...

Well words just speak for themselves.

Ive been manipulated by so many sad songs in such a short amount of time.
Maybe i set myself up for what i saw coming,

But i chose to ignore my gut,

To see if a person could actually break bad habits.

And well there's so many things i would have liked to say,

And there was a far share of things a should have said.
But it wouldn't have made a difference,
I would go to open my mouth 
But nothing would come out.

That paragraph reminds me of that night in your room.

The night you said...
"I think i'm falling in love with you."

And  i remember how you got so upset....

When i hesitated to say it back.
And i told you not to tell me,
unless you really ment it.
Didn't i told you?...

But i always knew there was never going to be a me and you,

And well I'm sorry i loved you. 

An that sorry is for me...

Not for you.

Ive made it a habit to bring my journal where ever i go.

You never know what you might stumble upon or who might inspire you.

I find that even the slightest word or smell could trigger a memory.

I often daydream about my past.

And im not talking about these last few months/ years. 

But really think about my past life.

Ive been on this earth for almost two generations now. 

Thats a whole lot of time to be feel like you haven't really accomplished much or made a huge difference.

I like to think ive made an impact on some life's.

I'm not the kinda person that normally judges another,

But ill admit i do my far share of analyzing,

Well at lest in my mind i try.

To me every person has a color that shines through,

You can see it an a smile 

Or hear it in a laugh.

Even in the way a person looks at you, 

I think if i were to be locked in a room with four white walls,

I would like a packet of markers.

Its harder to find a person soul when its all just in black and white.