A rush of emotions,

A simple feeling.

Forced by the ear,

Forced by the self.

Regardless of your reasons,

The page is blank.

Fill it as you will,

Fill it with love and romance,

Fill it with anger and vengeance.

Perhaps a bit of laughter,

Perhaps a bit of sadness.

Regardless of your choices,

The page is blank.

So pick up your pen,

Open your keys,

And run your hands.

To build a character,

To build a story,

To build a world.