Dear Blank Page,
You made me shudder. I stare at you and I see your beauty and I know I’m going to mess it up with my chicken scratch handwriting.
You made me shudder. You are only worthy of the best; I must find the innermost workings of myself to spill onto you. I must be truthful and exquisite.
You make me shudder. Everything I didn’t know I needed to say comes pouring out in inky delusions. Before I even know what’s happening you’re full to the top, and bottom.
You make me shudder.