A white sheet of paper is like an unwritten story.
It's up to you to decide what will happen.
You will softly put your pen onto the paper and slowly make the white turn black.
It's when the story begins.
You follow your mind into this world of fantasy and magic.
Nothing can stop you anymore!
It's like there was a thin line that you can't help but follow.
And you go faster and faster...
And the story goes on...
But now, the line has ended.
The ideas don't want to come.
Is it the end of the world that you were creating?
No.
The story will continue to follow the same line.
It's just that you can't see it yet.
And now, again, you put your pen onto the paper and write some more.
The line was just here, in front of you...
It just takes a little time to notice.
The sheet goes darker and darker...
And your hand begins to hurt, but just a little bit.
And now, the story ends.
You look at what you just wrote.
And they will be happy, forever...
This is what I like about writing.
It's up to you to decide what will happen.
YOU ARE READING
Fragment de pensée.
PoëzieHello! Here, You'll find some little thoughts, sometimes they are simple, sometimes they are more complexe, sometimes in english, sometimes in french, often they are dark but never black. If you find this interresting, I invite you in my universe. B...
