Stark white. A clean slate. Undisturbed paper. It's so beautiful. Having the time to grab a pencil and draw couldn't fill my heart with anymore happiness. I see it as the one time that I can come forward wholly and completely as me. For the most part, I act without any pretenses around people; however, in front of a blank piece of paper I can translate the mind to something tangible. Maybe I can't grasp any understanding of what I drew, but I know that I translated something raw. Something me.
I can't make sense of what I just typed out, but it works for me.
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