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Created on: January 11, 2009
..Say something. Create a story, a poem, a blog, a theory... something.
Pour something from the depths of your heart, mind and soul .... fill another mind with awe and wonder. The mystery of the world is waiting to be translated through you to everyone.... write something.
...Be bold, be brilliant, provoke thoughts, change opinions, turn a life around doing what you do, you are needed...depended upon..expected of.....write something.
Upon the edge of your mind's eye lies fantastical stories, the truth of everything, the revealing of fallacies, the saving of all things imaginary, yet real to so many. A child's imagination trapped in the body of an adult....And all must see it. Write something.
All are waiting, let not the page intimidate you. The blank white sheet you see before you needs only written words to be conquered. Feel it. The stress, the love, the hatred of the page. Let it engulf you...do battle with it, for it seeks to destroy you, your imagination, your ability...damnit...write something.
Speak now, or perish. Speak to all, speak to no one, but speak. Release your fiery expressions upon this page so that all may read of your battle and know it can be won.....be bold, be shocking, be sassy, clever, brilliant, enticing, enthralling......turn the blank into the beautiful, spin plain into incredible...take all the frustrations, love, hate, joy, sadness, fear, bravery... gather it inside you and let it explode upon this page...please .....say something... anything.
Silent screams of frustration echo in my mind. Tears well in my eyes.....
I have written nothing.
Until.... slowly...I look back, and realize....that I have.
Well....I'll be damned.
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