Blank pages

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staring into the blank
pages silently waiting
waiting for something
ideally something bold
something never told
i feel pressure
beaming up from down
try to think
clearly but surprisingly
different this time
just draw the first line

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I was sitting in a coffee shop, where I go to write, ponder, work, sit in silence, and drink coffee. But that blank page can be very intimidating. You want to write something that makes sense, is true, sad, funny, good, and preferably all of the above. So when nothing enters the brain, you write about writing, cause that’s all you know, or don’t know, in that moment. 

Read more about my time in this coffee shop in Ica, Peru.