The fear of the blank page
 This project was supposed to be about a white shirt, but I was blinded by its whiteness
 My mind is never completely blank
 Little thoughts are always swirling
 Sometimes quite random thoughts
 Sometimes quite structured thoughts
 The more I try to will ideas into life, the quicker they fade
 Sometimes it feels like I'm getting somewhere
 But more often it feels like my ideas are hiding behind something
 Only when I stop trying so hard do the clouds begin to clear
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