I saw her again sitting and hiding from the shade of a tree

Holding a piece of paper and pen

I know it’s her favorite place when she wanted to be alone

A perfect place for someone who wants a peace of mind

 

I can’t remember how long she has been looking on that piece of paper

I saw it in her eyes that she’s very eager to write something on it

I just can’t understand why there’s something holding back on her whenever she was about to write

I wonder what she was thinking that stopping her to continue

 

A couple of hours have passed by

She was still sitting under the tree

Holding a piece of paper and pen

How long is she doing it for herself?  We never know

 

Finally she stood up…

She left the piece of paper under the tree

Out of curiosity, I picked it up and looked at it

It didn’t surprise me anymore; it was just a blank piece of paper

 

She didn’t write anything on it

Maybe because she doesn’t know how to start everything

Or maybe, with so many ideas in mind she can’t comprehend all of those things  

Or maybe she’s waiting for something that will give her a sign to proceed on what has to be done

 

Tomorrow, I’m pretty sure; I will be seeing her again on the same place

Holding a piece of paper and pen

Spending hours staring on a blank piece of paper

And left it again under the shade of the tree