The blank page is the start of something great, within the pages, posts, and pursuits; the blank page can be absolutely anything you imagine. I write, because if i didn’t, i would loose that part of me. And despite my reservations, i find myself returning, time after time, to the blank page.
The cursor is cursing at me for staying away for too long. Look at it, mocking my moves, challenging my thoughts and calling me; siren like to write the next expression of breath. Writing brings me back from the dead, from the edge, resurrected; necromancy. Don’t mind the grammar errors, they’re intentional. There is no capital punishment here, only turns of phrase. Be well, today and all days.