A blank sheet of paper is a beautiful object to me. It doesn’t limit me, expect anything from me, or ask anything of me. When I look at a clean sheet of paper with those crisp lines, it screams, “LET IT ALL OUT”. There’s no judgment being passed and I’m allowed to fix my mistakes when I’m ready. It doesn’t matter what I use to write on it with, it’s there. The beauty in it is the freedom it allows me and will always allow me.