Hello, my old friend

The blank page that never leaves me

That always listens to my insanities

That always awaits my gentle touch

What shall I write upon you today?

Who knows!

Shall I write of blood and gore and cannibalism?

Shall I write of sweet, sweet love?

Perhaps

Perhaps not

Perhaps my delusions will grasp my fingers and write for me

Maybe they shall drag me through my misery and make me wail

Just maybe they'll be kind

Just for today

And let me write upon this freshly blank page