I’am a blank page.
A boring white glare.
Or the everlasting moan of a middle school student having to write an essay for their english teacher.
Yet I am a motivation to writers,
that bellow and and howl for the feel of
a crisp stroke of a writing utensil
or the click of a key and stroke on a computer.
I am the breaker of hearts
or the piece that binds lovers.
Yet in my blank stare,
i contain any piece of writing or artistry that hearts desire,
I am yours to enjoy.