No Passion

There is a blankness expanding inside me. I can feel it pushing out from under my skin and I know that I won't be able to hold it in much longer. I'm bulging all over. Taking in gulps of air quickly keeps it contained a little. I wonder, though, what am I supposed to do with all of it? I should scribble it in with lines of black ink. Oh, but how tiring that would be to complete. What about adding some color here or there--some glitter too! Hmm, a big red button might look nice. Some silly string and dry pasta. Glue a feather or two. Yeah, it's hidden quite nicely. The damn cheap glue won't hold for long though and the ink I used wasn't that bold--no. The glitter is getting everywhere and then again it is quite hideous to stare at. Shit. Shit. Shit. Just a mess. Directionless. Fuck it.