A black sheet of paper.
A writer's canvas,
a writer's curse.
It's so tempting,
          sitting there,
waiting for you to write something on it,
and if you don't,
it'll stay blank.
It will sit there in front of you,
Stare at you,
entice you, invite you.
And once you start writing,
it will draw you into whatever world you're writing about.
It can take you places no one's ever been to.
Where you go is up to you,
but your blank sheet of paper is a magic carpet,
and your pen is the genie that led you to it.
Your mind is in control after that,
            soaring all over the place,
     and telling your hand to write down everything it
sees.
You could sit in this state for minutes,
       hours,
days,
  barely moving on the outside,
               but having the most incredible adventures in
                    your mind via your blank sheet of
paper.

And then you night get stuck.

Your carpet reaches a dead end.
(This is also called "writer's block.")

Your mind stops.
You come back to reality,
                    feel the fore of gravity again,
                    regain your humanity.
While you're engrossed in your blank sheet of paper,
                      you are invinclible.
                               You're immortal.
                           You're queen of the world!

But when you stop,

you realize where you actually are-

in a classroom near Chicago,

where no one take yous eriously because you're just a kid.

You're not a world famous writer...........
                                   (yet.)

And no one sees you as what you are.