My mind is seeing pure potential. Creating a masterpiece. Mountains popping, colors beaming. Words dancing upon the page. Possibly an anthem, a constitution, a poem for the masses.
If i start with a pencil, it gives me permission to take my creation back, and start again.
If i use a pen, I have to trust there is enough ink to follow through, and will it be the right color?
It's all a metaphor anyway, yes?
i am the writing instrument. The world is my blank white page. And i choose to be a permanent marker, making broad strokes and nothing can erase the brilliance that is placed on the paper.
blank pages are for creation!
KnM
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