Some times something just comes to your mind, and sometimes it don't.
I found out a while ago that I like to write. If someone gives me a blank piece of paper and a pen, you can be sure it won't stay blank forever. I might doodle, practice my hand-writing, write a story or a poem, or do whatever else I can do. I will probably have ink all over my hands by the end.
Sometimes I am just blank though. Sometimes I stare and stare, trying to figure out what to say or draw. Sometimes nothin' really comes. But, more often, somethin' does.
My head is full, so that blank page will soon be a mess. I suppose that's part of why I write, to get the mess out of the brain. It's better on paper. Some times even looks better.
I guess that's also why I bought a pack of 400 blank pieces of paper when everyone else was stocking up on toilet paper.
I found out a while ago that I like to write. If someone gives me a blank piece of paper and a pen, you can be sure it won't stay blank forever. I might doodle, practice my hand-writing, write a story or a poem, or do whatever else I can do. I will probably have ink all over my hands by the end.
Sometimes I am just blank though. Sometimes I stare and stare, trying to figure out what to say or draw. Sometimes nothin' really comes. But, more often, somethin' does.
My head is full, so that blank page will soon be a mess. I suppose that's part of why I write, to get the mess out of the brain. It's better on paper. Some times even looks better.
I guess that's also why I bought a pack of 400 blank pieces of paper when everyone else was stocking up on toilet paper.
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