The other stare

Every writer surely knows the stare
Not the stare from
Mothers,
Fathers,
Teachers,
Brothers,
Sisters
Or supervisors
Those are lethal

The kind of stare
that stares into
Nothingness
Hoping
The vague hope
That an idea may slap you right across the face

It is the type of stare
that can look at an environment
It can look straight in a person's eyes
and still see
Absolutely
Nothing

It the type of stare that torments you
In return for the torment
You hope
For a brilliant thought about
Life,
Nature,
Love,
Laughter,
Girls,
Beds
and ice cream

How many hours have been spent using that stare?
The stare before
fingers relentless tap on the keyboard
before the pen hits the paper
All for the hope of creating
A masterpiece