My Paper
March 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
A white sea, blank
an open ocean, filled
of possibility
crisp corners, edges
sharp, surface smooth
with prospects
of magnificence
yearning to be
filled with color
a canvas of
opportunity beneath
a single pen
waiting in apprehension
for what it will become
why
March 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
can it be?
is it so?
was it ever?
how will it?
what was it?
how can i?
who are you?
how are you?
have you been?
when will we?
why are we?
why not me?
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