Pretty lightning over the ocean...
Write, Rewrite
A blank page lays before me.
It has no meaning; it's worthless to the naked eye.
But with the right imagination,
The page is never empty.
From the moment the right person sees it
It is layered with words and words
Across every page.
It all starts with the first.
A creation of my own;
I can make life, and I can take it, too.
I can create my own worlds
With no boundaries.
My worlds, that have my own rules
And therefore make sense,
Even if they don't in my own.
I can write one thing
And rewrite it again until perfection.
I can do whatever I want,
Because these words are my own.
"Write, Rewrite," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, July 4th, 2011
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