Blank page
Not having ideas, but having a pen…
Like a hammer looking for its nail
The pen is looking for his words.
Silence. The blank page.
“I have to do well”, a thought that censors me…
To defeat it is to regain freedom of speech
Which we all need.
Change activities?
No, no, no, nothing to do.
The pen makes eye in eye with the one who has the pen.
Like in a dance, they look for each other.
Like in a dance, ideas cradle,
The brain of the one with the eye and the ideas.
Like a dance, every well thought-out word
Like a dance, every step fits well.
Victory, that’s it!
He takes the pen
And the paper
Words will be able to twirl around
And draw their little swirls
On the page
Blank?
Aurianne Or
