Blank pages.

Crispy, white and new
as fresh as morning dew

Waiting.
Just waiting.

For me to ink them with the
thoughts that lie deep inside my mind

To be splashed with my pain,
sorrow, and unhappiness

Clean, spotless pages
as immaculate as
newly polished floors

Waiting. Just waiting.

To be marked with the strife and
hardship of my beautiful journey.

Blank pages.