I love the potential of a blank screen.
Anything can be created, anything can be said.
It’s a freedom I relish, and sometimes pause to take in,
Before acting.
Young children. Fresh snow. A waiting search box. Where will you go?
Clean white, empty paper.
New Document,
in the vapor.
This is the start of it,
The pre-sleep condition…pre-dream,
The room full of everyone you don’t yet know. I will be with you soon.
This can be anything.

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