to me

an empty sheet

of lined paper,

to some is intimidating.

to some is meaningless.

to some,

is almost a death sentence.

but for me it's an adventure.

here it lies on my empty desk in my bland room

begging, pleading for me to pour my heart into

to fill the lonely spaces with ink,

with words.

ideas.

phrases.

entire new aspects and outlooks of everything in this whole world.

and so,

I will.

The End

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