It's always enamoring for me to write on a blank slate. I don't know. Probably because, it somehow tells me that it's a new beginning, a new chance. Especially in this world where there are none of them left. AĀ poemĀ once went:
The worldĀ kept decreasing
Their offspring crying
Do words have meaning?
Is it worth clinging?Ā
O love, is it dying?Ā
There are lots of questions in ny head that I could not express. These emotions inside me kept piling up and I just don't know how to let it run free.
God, are you listening? Are you aware?Ā
That's what I wanted to ask. But for now, I'll write it down.
Give me strength.Ā