Blank

The empty pages call.

They are drenched in future inspiration,

Future words,

Future art.

Most people don't here them.

But as a writer,

I am one of the lucky few,

Who do.

And if you're a writer,

So do you.

We are the writers

My friend.

We see

What others never do.

We uncover the magic,

So they can see it too.

Unlike the others,

We understand,

The pages are not blank.

They are misunderstood.

We can tell,

You and I,

We can see,

You and I,

The invisible words

Written in invisible ink.

We can see the words.

Now you can too.

Here they are,

Just for you.