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.