I like writing as much as I don’t,

Because writing is limitless,

But so is a blank page.

When I write, I can go anywhere

And do anything, meet anyone,

But a blank page is…anything.

Writing is the adventure;

Blank pages are the hope,

The ambition, the drive, the anticipation.

I have a blank page

And I can’t wait to fill it,

But it’s just as much fun

To sit

And wait

And wish.

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