Barren - rustic-moon

Dark. Cold. Hard. Blank. Unknown. 

Things that probe at the human conscience

Ropes of fear that pull you out of comfort

To paint on this white, empty canvas

To make it something beautiful

To make someone proud

Somewhere no ones ever been

A barren place---waiting

But who will dare to come?

Into the land of the unknown?   

Surpassing the circumference of your knowledge

Yet built from the very foundations of it

Could it be a discovery?

Could it be words?

Could it be art, or science, or philosophy?

I don't know yet

But I do know that this barren place has so much potential

And all it needs is you.

The End

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