Something
will
happen.
A word might split open,
A thought might burn
through a paper,
And a sky might fall flat
into a single line.
Keep Scribbling-
Through the noise,
Past the doubts,
Even when the ink dries out.
Scribble until it sings.
Until silence has a shape.
Until you've drawn a door-
No one else can erase.
Keep Scribbling-
Something
Will
Happen.
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