A blank line
A blank line has its secrets. When I was younger, I tried to decipher them at all costs. Today, I just observe the secrets and, with my own silence, allow them to remain in their positions.
Many times, I sit in front of my desk at dawn. I like to look at the dark sky and feel the cool of the night. I like the silence. I also like the distant lights that twinkle like fireflies through the streets of my neighbohood.
It is in that soft intimacy that I find the blank line.
I confess: I already had very scared of it. I was terribly afraid. I used to feel incapable of dealing with such power. But I have been learning more about it with each new dawn.
I decided to start this new blog to talk to myself. Just that. The visitor who reaches this space will make the trail alone, at his/her own risk.
