Blank pages
Make up,
Mesmerizing magenta to be exact
They make up the infinite possibility
The possibility to speak your mind without spoken words
The troubled treble stands alone unless fingers and palms widen
Widen in search for the next synchronized beat
to the following syllable
To the following notion that life is more than a bunch of blank pages
And blank spacesDepending on which room and compass you are accompanied by
By another west of a person
By an east group of people
And colors,
Remember the colors
The colors that identify as unity
Identity lingers, but remains stable with
every new chapter
And less blank pages
And no more blank faces.
