my paper universe

I often dream of a paper universe,
it is lonely, it is always plain white.
The world is empty, and there are no skies.
With my hand I brush the surface with the colour of my imaginations,
And chase that emptiness away.

I often dream of that paper universe,
still lonely, very empty, and the whiteness never ends.
I commit myself to run faster so the emptiness is gone

The emptiness is still there; I see it in the distance
I often wonder how long will it take to chase the emptiness away,
I often wonder why am I chasing at all,
Maybe I just want the space to be filled.