My mind is a blank canvas
More stories from Sofia Hargis-Acevedo
My mind is a blank canvas, though no paints are to be found.
This doesn’t happen often; my mind is constantly filled with ideas, yet for some reason, it is empty. This is new territory for me. I don’t want my stay here to be too long.
I’ve tried writing many different things, but each attempt has been futile, leaving me enraged. I function much better when I have a plan.
I don’t have a plan.
There is far too much on my mind for me to be able to conjure up an amazing idea. The inside of my head is filled with deafening screams.
You have a quiz tomorrow!
There’s a huge snowstorm on the horizon; be prepared!
Focus!
Think of something to write about!
My mind is full yet empty—cacophonous yet silent.
Don’t fall asleep!
I am laying on my bed, listening to Spotify on my Echo Dot, staring at my blank computer screen. Tears of frustration and vexation roll down my cheeks—I am exhausted. The inside of my covers is screaming my name, tempting me to drop everything and escape to my world of dreams. My eyelids are heavy; it is taking great effort to keep them open.
I have to keep going.
But everything around me is so distracting. My favorite song just came on, and I am trying my very hardest not to stop what I am doing and sing along. I just ran my fingers through my hair and a few strands came loose. The urge to play with it is intense, but I have to let it go. My pillow is so comfortable. I can’t go to bed yet. Not just yet…
This week has lasted far too long, leaving me drained; much too drained to compose a piece of artwork that some people like to call writing. Too much stress, too little sleep. I must keep writing. First, the notorious question must be answered:
What to write?
That question has an infinite amount of answers, yet I cannot seem to find the correct one for me. Thoughts are surfacing, but all of them are incoherent. My mind is full yet empty—cacophonous yet silent. I continue to wait patiently for my “eureka” moment, for my amazing idea.
I am still waiting.
Nighttime creeps up to me like a predator scouting its prey. It continues to get closer and closer until it catches me—pulls me under. I am gone now, and there is no going back until my alarm goes off the following morning. But one question still remains:
What to write?
Sofia is a senior entering her fourth and final year writing for The Central Trend. She has grown up a writer and cannot picture herself as anything but....
Caroline "Kay" Kohus • Feb 10, 2021 at 12:03 pm
Sofia, on your blank canvas, you just wrote a very insightful piece. I enjoyed it immensely. Keep on writing!! Love you. Aunt Kay
Shirley Faecher • Feb 7, 2021 at 3:29 pm
Amazing Sofia!! We are all going through a very hard time at this time. It’s ok to struggle…life isn’t always easy. We have to accept the bad and the good!
Arnaldo Acevedo • Feb 5, 2021 at 2:01 pm
Sofia……you captured the struggle that most of us are going through….but we are plenty justified to every now and then have a couple of blank sheets…….I feel at peace after reading your piece……because your blank sheets are over now……down the road new ones will come…..but don’t worry……YOU GOT THIS!!!….LOVE YOU……..ABUELITO