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Staring at a blank page is like staring at an empty sky

A sky without clouds

A sky without planes 

A sky without birds flying through the blue 

Thoughts formulating within your head

Images soaring through your every layer

Such a fast-paced process exists, yet with little outcome 

I wonder,

When will this barrier break down?

When will my reflections begin to hatch?

Am I waiting for nothing? 

Finally, the time comes 

The time when that once fast-paced process 

Decelerates instantly

And every notion articulates fervently 

Staring at a blank page is like staring at an empty sky 

But once words are permeated 

The emptiness of the sky is obliterated 

And moral order is restored within