The First Journal

Dear World,

Welcome to the first blank page. What a challenge it is, how it taunts me with its emptiness, a subtle jab in my side, a whispering so soft, telling me to write, and write with out end.

The words flow from me like the water flows to the sound, gathering strength as it runs, picking up speed, turning over itself in a roaring cascade of depth and brilliance. They don't always come easy, as if there is a wall inside me somewhere that I must push against. somewhere in others, these walls stand strong, too strong to allow the river to flow. To them I say that walls do not last, they crumble with time or with one grand blow, tear them down and find the other side.

And here we come to the end of a short piece of writing that may never make a change in the world.