Words are funny things, you know.
I fight against empty
white pages and a blinking black cursor as they taunt me, telling me that the
words I have aren’t enough, aren’t sufficient, aren’t good. Blank spaces and
lonely pages, waiting for my words to tell a story, to paint a picture full of
colors with just the black and white dancing in front of my eyes, to bring
something where there was nothing.
I battle the emptiness with words, the silence
with sound, the fear with hope. All this power in simple strokes.
Because words are funny things, you know?
seems like you and I approached the first drabble with similar mindsets. this is like the stretch before the run. love it
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