Your mind was once a blank canvas, waiting to be
drawn and written on with the words of your future.
Now, at age eighteen, my
blank canvas is engulfed in a minuscule, chaotic script with the words of my
thoughts, opinions, theories, and beliefs.
Like your mind, this blog was too, a blank canvas
from the beginning. Before long, it will also be covered in a future of words
waiting to be written. When that time comes, it will be a beautiful eruption on
this page. But unlike our minds, it will always wait silently to be read.
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