I love the feeling
of a blank page about to be filled with words.
It makes me feel
as if the world is below me and all I have to do is jump into it.
Or maybe it makes me feel
as if there is so much potential,
so many things that could be said on this
one sheet
of paper, that it just makes me feel
curiously ecstatic.
I guess it’s similar to
meeting someone you love for the first time. Almost
as if you are in that scene from West Side Story,
when all life surrounding you becomes dead
except for that
one
person standing opposite you in a room.
She is incredibly radiant; he is utterly iridescent. Drinking in
all of the light they have to offer, you suddenly
take your first breath
as if you have just learned how to breathe. The air tastes of
fire and water and color;
and you finally view the world in life, versus in
ways to get through it.
This is what sitting opposite a blank page
feels like.