White

I have all these thought,

Swarming my mind,

Crowding it.

But as I grab a pen and a piece of paper,

My hand shakes.

My mind goes white,

White.

What a beautiful color.

It can mean so many different things.

Hope.

Peace.

But it can also mean blank like a sheet of paper staring back at me.

Or like white noise,

Where there is too much,

And it sounds like cacophony.

As my hand shakes,

I think of which white it could be,

And I go with latter, as my hand continues to shake.