This poem is called Looking at Blankness.

Reflection: Halfway into summer now, I haven’t been doing much. I’ve done some exercises that didn’t make me think much, sometimes it makes me wonder how my life would have played out if my feet weren’t born abnormally. I guess these days I spend more time on writing than anything. Finishing the planning for my CAS project, the one where I’m writing a story with a friend, this poem was born in reflection. I think a lot of my own issues were caused by myself, where the vision is my expectations. Thinking back on it, the hardships of my life was always caused by me over-expecting myself, so maybe, closing my eyes, finally relaxing a bit, maybe that will do me some good.