A Page in A Day

If there's one thing you couldn't live in a day without doing, what would that be?

I live in an ordinary way just as most people do. I go about the daily necessary tasks that all people go through but end up the day in my own way which I am very passionate about. I even start up my day with it.

It doesn't need anything more than a piece of paper and a pen which, of course, must be accompanied by endless little thoughts that I thread together and make them up into a page of idea. This page becomes a treasure to read. For me, nothing beats more than the ability to compose what my mind whispers to me in every moment. Mundane activities can be made fun when I put them down to my paper. It's like a little magic which I silently possess. Words dance when freed. At the tip of my pen, I could feel their excitements when they are held down and about to be pressed and spread in a white space. On the other hand, the white space also thrills for the moment when a pointed tip is directed to him. He knows that just a matter of minutes or even as quick as seconds, a gentle stroke would tickle his chest down to his stomach, releasing wonderful, thin curves of letters that fill its spacious body.

The moment these two collide, I could see a festive form in my paper. Words after words, the letters dance together on the spaces. The plain and pure paper is blotted with colorful words and symbols, working together to create a tale of mixed emotions. When the page is complete, filled and satisfied with the festivities that occurred to its own spacious body, then I could stop writing because that's also when the thoughts in my mind are freed.