I am a blank paper,
Ready to be filled with ideas,
sketches, and dreams not yet spoken.
I am a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
A crisp, white mug with a lipstick stain made by a woman working to stay alive.
I am a graduate with their whole life ahead of them. Places not yet traveled. Long roadtrips in the car and sunshine shining down on lover's lips.
A tree swaying in the electric breeze that comes before a storm. The sky churning and darkening to shades of violet and indigo.
Green ocean waves crashing upon waiting shores and expectant rocks.
A rain cloud reluctant to spill, a solitary tree, mid autumn chill.
Journeys yet to be taken.
Places yet to be seen.
I am me.
