Blank Poem by Grace Daniels

We were in the car, and my sister and I both had whipped out our books and pencils. I sat there, throwing something down there, then erasing and starting over. My sister, however, just happens to be an extraordinary artist, and her paper was sketched on, laden with lines, colors, and light and dark. I felt very disturbed by this fact, the fact that I could not come up with a thing to write. Wait! I just answered my own question! What can I write about? Having nothing to write about! Please do not copy. If you use my same idea, please give credit to me. Thank you!