It will always be a mystery of what lies beneath the white sheet of paper turned upside down in the puddle. But when the sheet is turned over all there is, is smudged ink which leaves you still with no answers. It is worse getting that smeared ink than it is to get a blank sheet of paper.
Rewind
You are walking along and see a white piece of paper upside down in a puddle
You pick it up
It’s empty
For once in your life you have something
Something that is just yours and that no one else wants
That white piece of paper is open
To what so ever you want
Be creative
Fill it with what so ever you may want
Thoughts
Ideas
Pictures
The walls barricading your imagination are no longer there
You are free in that white piece of paper
But my piece of paper is different. It is full of Thoughts & Ideas, Memories & Quietness, Laughs & also Tears. My blank sheet of paper is no longer blank.
I guess its time to turn it over
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