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. A poem once went:

The world kept decreasing

Their offspring crying

Do words have meaning?

Is it worth clinging? 

O love, is it dying? 

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? 

That's what I wanted to ask. But for now, I'll write it down.

Give me strength.