Paper sits silently
quiet
being itself a quiet place
where words are sometimes missing
still , silent
and so the paper may think
where are the different colours that are sometimes needed
here in white
knowing at one point in time
a certain colour may find itself with the paper
be it blue
daytime soft gentle skies
green grass , a grounded softness that helps the flowers
wanting , sometimes needing other colours to gently land
paper is never meant to be just white ,
always expects , wants and knows other colours may land
its meant to hold ink
feel other colours
it just has to wait
for someone else to write
a bit helpless that piece of paper sometimes
because maybe wishes to write for itself
and wishes for other colours
and hopefully nice words
without having to wait