The Blank Page is full of the things that ink bring on the blank page which come from my head and my heart. Recently, I was hurt by a someone who referred to my mind as blank page. Since I didnt share what was on my mind, they thought I had not much to say. When they read my blog, they know I had two misspelled words and thoughts that flowed from the blank page now filled with virtual ink. The ink I created from liquid tears and blood from my broken heart.
While I dont know where the mussings my mind blows into tornadoes of thoughts will take me. I hope it is to a place of warmth and comfort. Shedding my thoughts while building a spider web of feelings intertwined into graphic pictures exhibiting my tormented mind exhorcizes my demons, chelates my soul and liberates my heart.
Slowly, real slowly I heal and leave behind love kisses on my thoughts for my children and others to read.
I am not a blank page, but the sorrow would not be here if I was a blank page. How I wish I was a blank page.
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