Shopping & Shampanje

Just me and my pencils.
The only ones who really knows.

Blank page.
White page.
Empty.
Pencils.
Waiting.
Nothing to declare.
Nothing to share.
One shivering line.
One thin line.
One red line.
Nothing more.
No words.
Silence.
Concentration.
Worry.
Thought.
Still nothing,
but a thin, red line.
On a white sheet of paper.
My heartbeat.
My life.
Blank.
Except.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
A new chance.
Brighter.
Fresh.
Blank.
Like me.