Shelf life

Submitted by Bridget on Thu, 01/30/2014 - 05:55

I've become lost in my own fear of failure. I cannot take a pen to paper; cannot draw the simplest sunset for fear of ruining the perfect whiteness of the page with my pathetic attempt at beauty. I sit, stagnant, waiting for an idea that will not mock me with its mediocrity.
And sitting does not suit me.