...of a pen one letter falls.

The blank cotton white paper a canvas in it self.

It's waiting for an artist to grace its presence.

Starting with one letter and sometimes followed by another.

Then connecting fragments of lines and scratches.

Creating what our culture describe as words.

Words that conduct emotion, Which in response leads to separation; gaps and spaces.

Continuing the sentence with set ideas of left overs from the past.  

Some hold no worth, and others hold all truth.

Depending on your preference they will inspire or conduct.

The simplicity of a word can get as complex as a sentence.

No matter what the message it carries.

The beauty is in its essence.