a clean white page
freshly pressed
lined with blue
punched three times
stared back at my face

a single hand
took to pen
scribbled in the margin

words told stories
which recounted memories and dreams
blank ink streamed over the freshness

connecting lines to swirls
and dots to dots
sparking electricity

the lines save me from my past
and protect me from the future
decoding each line
I wait to find the answer