Blank Paper

whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
edited April 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Oh the sheer pleasure of a blank piece of paper!!! Here, on this sheet of paper, I could build or conquer worlds! Here and here alone, on this no longer empty sheet of paper, I can be myself. My true self, not the facade I present to the outside world. There are no fake, plastic smiles on a sheet of paper; no lies.

Here everybody loves me, nobody hates me, and I never have "to go eat worms". Here, on this paper, I am the hero, and you are the victim, for I have tired of that role. On this sheet of paper, I am not ugly, but the most beautiful creature in the world!!! There are no walls here, only lines that beg to be filled with sweet words.

Somebody must have known I was sad. They must have known that I do not like the outside world as they do... I know this, because they left me this this single sheet of blank paper..
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