Sometimes they fill up quickly, without much effort
Sometimes they will stay empty for weeks, stubborn and mocking
The pages are always there
Waiting impatiently for the words to set them free
The pages are always there
Stacks of ruled subject books, some half empty, others half full
Many are just titles for stories that haven't quite fleshed out
The pages are always there
Knowing what I wished I would forget
The pages are always there
Endless folders and files crowd the clouds of memory like rain
Pockets of inspiration fly from one nerve to the next, pollinating each one
The page are always there
Even the ones I have not yet touched
-b2
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