When you close your eyes, after all those disjointed, loud, jarring and obscenely colourful images, there lies this black sheet of nothingness.When that peeks out from the all-powerful colours, you know you're finally going to sleep.

But there could be other instances of blackitude reining supreme over the naturally colourful.Like when you receive a shock or say, when you're trying to think blank.Trying that, as opposed to associative writing is phenomenally difficult, especially so, if you're a compulsive dreamer.

So I failed.I can't think blank.

But here's a piece of my associative writing:
economy collapsed north east FCP money intuition future blood gore anti-thesis labyrinth something glib compulsive no-smoking pregnancy lighter Burma Trade-analyst piano transfers autonomy drugs smoke taste bitter psychopath blood rocking chair...