I believe the voice of a pen is as strong as the hand that holds it. Convictions scribbled upon a field of white, what better way to outline your thoughts. An empty sheet never judges your words. It simply accepts the fact that words are written there. It owns them. It believes in those words as I do. Sharing shared confidence in the words we both know. We place our heads together as my forehead hits my writing desk. A moment to contemplate the past few moments. A moment to believe in what I am writing.