My pen hovered over the paper, waiting for inspiration. I waited for several minutes but the page continued to remain blank. I imagined that there were words on the page and that is was an absolute masterpiece. It was still blank. My heart longed for the good feeling of finishing something but I couldn't think of anything to write. I looked around for inspiration but nothing seemed to have a good story behind it. My pen drummed on the desk when I realized something. This blank page
was a masterpiece. It could be anything I wanted it to be. The page could show what I wanted it to without writing on it and it was a motivation. Of course, that didn't cheer me up for too long. It didn't even make sense! Soon, I fell asleep with my pen in my hand as I dreamed. When I woke up, I had an idea and decided to write about my dream. Once again, my pen hovered over the paper but I couldn't write. So, I still have a blank page, imagine what you want it to be.