Take a look at this. What do you see? Just a piece of paper, right? Same with this one, and this one, and this one? All of these. Just blank space. That's it. Not to me. To me, a sheet of paper is anything but blank. It's a theory of ideas fighting for attention, fist to fist, and it's a bloodbath. Each corner holds a contender, and each one's coming out swinging, trying to take over center page. Like all those that have come before them now revered as legends. But people don't see this the same way I see it. I see it all different. Sometimes I see a breakfast of green eggs in ham. Other times I see a world begging for color. But try as I may. I can't ever keep between the lines. I see a middle-aged man saving the world from utter destruction and nothing but his whitey tighties. I see chicken scratch that somehow amounts to mean something. I see three siblings with the worst luck ever imagine. Fail again, and again, and again. I even become good friends with an extraordinary boy, while he faces the challenges that every teenage boy encounters, along with a considerable few more than most others have ever had to battle. And then sometime I see a couple of plantation workers, closer than brothers, with a dream to just one day on their own land. And then I helplessly watch as they're cruelly ripped apart by death. I see the undying couple, the epitome of love, and their last moments of tragic ironic heartbreak. I see wet spots marking the paper, soaking up tears. And I see two friends, a boy and a girl. I see them sitting at an open mic in complete silence, kitty-coated to each other at the table. Light-stimmed, each with a pen and hand. Filling page after page after page. And the pages keep on turning. I see in his eyes desperate bewilderment as he follows her hand, writing every word. I watch as each smile is captured between every exchange, scrolled from one heart to the other. The fourteen blank sheets of paper they would transform that night. I see evolve a friendship into something much more than that. I see them becoming the best of friends. And ultimately, one of the most important things to have ever happened to each other. And then I look back at those fourteen pages. I wonder how awful it would be if they had stayed blank forever.