I'm Still Here.

It's been so long since I could bring myself to publish anything. At some point, all the things I thought I wanted to share became passionately private. I'm sorry.

I just wonder how many other people sit here, with me, staring at the blank page. 

I love empty paper, for all the possibility it holds, all the doors I can see sitting, waiting to be open. 

I hate that the minute you choose one, the rest disappear.  

All the things this empty page could've been are gone. 

Feel free to leave now. 

Author's Note

I end up staring at blank pages so often.. paper or typed. Sometimes I write, sometimes I don't... Even the pages with only one sentence end up being kept somewhere though. Napkins with unfinished ideas, and notebooks full of characters opinions, etc. It all remains, just sitting quietly.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed this poem. It spoke to me, and the times I struggle to write a word. Because there are unlimited places that single word can take me...and I want to see them all. I hope you never stop writing, and also never stop sharing your work. Continued success.

[ExposedSiren]

I hope you, too, continue to write; and that you continue to wander to the places your words bring you