white paper in front of me
clean and clear
textured and pure
layered from years of living
layered by rain, sun and wind
now blank, and radiant – the white paper in front of me
so many thoughts
one leading to another
a chain with links lost as soon as they are formed
vague thoughts – vague ideas
the hand clutches the pen
not sure of whats ahead
the pen reaches the paper
not sure what’s ahead
the pen moves…
