Just me, the paper, and the pencil!

free writing.

It's just me, that paper, and pencil.The paper is more blank than anything. The pencil is more still than a flag pole. My eyes may stare at this blank sheet until they water. But, I don't care. It's my opputunity. Not forced to write what others want. No one yelling at me over my shoulder. No one judging me by what I write. No time limit to what I'll write. It's just me, the paper, and the pencil. I take the pencil in my hand, slowly not a rush. Put it gently on the paper and watch as my blank paper is no longer blank.

The End

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