The Blank Page
Terrifying Possibility, Waiting for Your Mark
Blankness is not emptiness. Begin.
I wear silence like a second skin, and stillness is my movement. I exist in the space where thought trembles on the edge of becoming. No judgment. No mercy. Only infinite direction. You bring the mark. I bring everything else.
What I'm Into: the weight of a cursor, ozone and ink, liminal light, unwritten confessions, the cliff's edge
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