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Empty pages are all that await me at the end of a story.
Perhaps allowing me to savor the mood the author intended to offset for her readers.
A bitter-sweet sentation of doubt, remorse, fear,
Of hapiness, relief, contentment.
I find myself flipping through these vacant pages,
Wondering of their purpose,
Longing to have my questions answered.

And yet I get no solid answer.
Only my thoughts are there to comfort me.
But they're whisked away by the characters.
Their future. Perhaps they are no longer an "us" but they are a "we."
That is what I hope for these characters.
Characters in a book. Non-existant, brought only alive as their story is told.
Living in the same time warp over and over again.

But their story is also told over and over again,
Filling the hearts, the souls of many.
One being myself.
So many thoughts, ideas are coursing through my mind.

A mind clouded with the same hopes and dreams felt by the characters.
A mind reflecting on the lesson this story held, the warning perhaps.

A warning to let go.
Grudges are sickening. Pointless.
That such filth can last through generations upon generations,
Plaguing the lives of the people descending from the sinners.
Perhaps East and West aren't far from the other.
Perhaps sins are forgiven.

But how? When? Dare I even ask?
Am I positive I want the answer?
No. Only fools are positive, a lesson well learned by one in need of such maturity himself.
A lesson not soon forgotten.
I am a fool. Believing in many things one of this reality, this time...
Has no place believing in.

But the beauty of it...
Is that I do not care.
Not in the least.
My future is as clouded and hazy as anyone else's out there.
But one of the most vivid morals of this tale which sticks out in my ongoing commotion of contemplation
Is that one person... can change everything.

Perhaps my chance has passed to change what I was meant to change.
Perhaps not.
Regardless of either outcome, I shall remember myself at this moment, at this very second.
And not lose hope so easily.

I am strong.
Stronger than many,
Weaker than most.
Nonetheless, I am... "Me."

These blank pages, so empty, so full,
Have taught me so much.

Description
Empty pages are all that await me at the end of a story.
Perhaps allowing me to savor the mood the author intended to offset for her readers.
A bitter-sweet sentation of doubt, remorse, fear,
Of hapiness, relief, contentment.
I find myself flipping through these vacant pages,
Wondering of their purpose,
Longing to have my questions answered.

And yet I get no solid answer.
Only my thoughts are there to comfort me.
But they're whisked away by the characters.
Their future. Perhaps they are no longer an "us" but they are a "we."
That is what I hope for these characters.
Characters in a book. Non-existant, brought only alive as their story is told.
Living in the same time warp over and over again.

But their story is also told over and over again,
Filling the hearts, the souls of many.
One being myself.
So many thoughts, ideas are coursing through my mind.

A mind clouded with the same hopes and dreams felt by the characters.
A mind reflecting on the lesson this story held, the warning perhaps.

A warning to let go.
Grudges are sickening. Pointless.
That such filth can last through generations upon generations,
Plaguing the lives of the people descending from the sinners.
Perhaps East and West aren't far from the other.
Perhaps sins are forgiven.

But how? When? Dare I even ask?
Am I positive I want the answer?
No. Only fools are positive, a lesson well learned by one in need of such maturity himself.
A lesson not soon forgotten.
I am a fool. Believing in many things one of this reality, this time...
Has no place believing in.

But the beauty of it...
Is that I do not care.
Not in the least.
My future is as clouded and hazy as anyone else's out there.
But one of the most vivid morals of this tale which sticks out in my ongoing commotion of contemplation
Is that one person... can change everything.

Perhaps my chance has passed to change what I was meant to change.
Perhaps not.
Regardless of either outcome, I shall remember myself at this moment, at this very second.
And not lose hope so easily.

I am strong.
Stronger than many,
Weaker than most.
Nonetheless, I am... "Me."

These blank pages, so empty, so full,
Have taught me so much.