Muted.

{Nothing Pictured}

Blank page.

Blank canvas.

Eyeing the meat of life.

But savory goes sour when canned and candy coated,

And truth bears a scent far too rich when unfolded.

“Don’t write what you’re thinking. Don’t draw what I’ve said.”

Then have a blank page,

And blank canvas,

But you’ll find even that will offend.