I haven’t written in a while.
My pen writes in white —
Blank.
It feels like
I stopped myself,
Or maybe
I had nothing left to say.
But if I’m writing now,
Then maybe
I still do.
It’s time
To open a new chapter,
To leave everything
Behind me.
And for the first time,
I feel free —
Like I’m finally
Being myself.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
I haven’t written in a while.
My pen writes in white —
Blank.
It feels like
I stopped myself,
Or maybe
I had nothing left to say.
But if I’m writing now,
Then maybe
I still do.
It’s time
To open a new chapter,
To leave everything
Behind me.
And for the first time,
I feel free —
Like I’m finally
Being myself.
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