The one thing I can’t live without is this




Pen on Paper

Mind to Word


I can’t live






Expressing myself through ink

In between the spaces of a keyboard

Through words


The ideas that flow through the blue blood in my veins

I can put onto the page through the blue ink of a pen


Writing is in my blood


It gives me life


Makes me feel something


Feel something other than the beating of my heart

The breath of my body

The touch of my skin


Writing makes me feel apart of something that’s bigger

Something bigger than just me and the paper

It makes me feel like I can create something immortal


Something infinite


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