The Lines

Do you know what it’s like to live in between the lines of a blank page?

The vastness swallows you whole, but your essence is whatever you desire it to be.

You can morph this page into anything of your choosing,

Sail from line to line, finetuning the details of your story.

This page, this canvas, this world, the universe that is you in its entirety,

Exists between these lines.

You are free between these lines.

And me? If I could live anywhere, I would choose to be immortalized inside the confines of a blank page.

To make my home whatever my heart yearns for.

Shaping my realm from lucid dreams to a vivid reality.

My home would never be empty,

I’d forever be accompanied by nouns, verbs and adjectives

Skipping vowels and hard consonants

Can you imagine? What it would be like to live in a place that always ends in exclamations.

To mark the answers to your questions with periods instead of ellipsis…

No more to be continueds, just straight living.

Wouldn’t you like to make your home between the lines of blank page?

To live out your days in a world you can call your own.

Plant your flag on this imaginary planet.

Hitch your ride to this chimerical wagon

And imagine what home could be to you if only you lived within the lines of a blank page.