A Blank Parchment

A blank parchment kept aside in the corners of our dark spaces, held by the weight of a stone, placed in the heart of a lifeless passion and monotonous humming. While it sits still, waiting to be let out and struggles to sway with the wind of changes. There’s a bottled ink of an idle thought, waiting to be scribbled and it vanishes into thin air, steadily, as the days pass by.