A clean slate
A sheet of pristine paper
A blank canvas
A book fresh off the press, starving for someone to crack its spine and begin
A new beginning

Life appears as one continuous storm of happiness and grief with no stopping point, but this isn't completely true.
We decide where our beginnings start and where an era of ourself ends.
At any point in time, you can start all over.
You just have to decide.
Tear everything down, and never look back.
Sometimes we forget how free we are.

       m.h.