A Blank Page

A blank page is open before me, waiting to be filled with my words.

I could write something deeply personal, hoping for a profound revelation.

I could fly into a diatribe of all the prejudice and hypocrisy I see, daring to start a revolution.

I could describe my unending adoration of a particular book or a film, in an attempt to find other like-minded fanatics.  

I could escape into a fictional world of my choosing, a destination I may never want to leave.

I could leave it blank as a monument to all the things I should have said.

Guess I will just fill it with a list, which seems to be what I excel at.

Be well & Freak Out,
JLH