Turn the page gently, past the flower a toddler gave me in a garden, past my scribbles during a sermon in a language I did not know, past letters and memories, all pressed together in the eternal book.
It felt like nothing sparks joy anymore. Everything that has to be said, was already told. The story was near to its end, and life would merge to a bland taste of being alive.
But in the book of *being*, there will always be a next page. It will never end; there will never be a conclusion…
how cliche would it be for me to write here about the blank page? pretty cliche, yeah, I know. but really, that’s the big, huge, looming, dreadful thing, isn’t it? the proverbial blank page—capital B, capital P.
John turned the page, expecting more words, hoping for further explanation…but it was blank. Naomi reached for him, a gentle hand on his back. “You okay?” she asks, tone laced with concern.
“Not really,” he breathes softly. “I just thought…I don’t know, after all this time, I’d have some proof that my dad actually gave a damn about what I went through. But I guess that was just wishful thinking.”
Turn the page gently, past the flower a toddler gave me in a garden, past my scribbles during a sermon in a language I did not know, past letters and memories, all pressed together in the eternal book.
It felt like nothing sparks joy anymore. Everything that has to be said, was already told. The story was near to its end, and life would merge to a bland taste of being alive.
But in the book of *being*, there will always be a next page. It will never end; there will never be a conclusion…
how cliche would it be for me to write here about the blank page? pretty cliche, yeah, I know. but really, that’s the big, huge, looming, dreadful thing, isn’t it? the proverbial blank page—capital B, capital P.
John turned the page, expecting more words, hoping for further explanation…but it was blank. Naomi reached for him, a gentle hand on his back. “You okay?” she asks, tone laced with concern.
“Not really,” he breathes softly. “I just thought…I don’t know, after all this time, I’d have some proof that my dad actually gave a damn about what I went through. But I guess that was just wishful thinking.”