I hate the way I love the ink and sheet with passion
I am becoming addicted to the art of arranging, rearranging and solving the puzzles of the Alphabet,
I love the permutations and combinations of it
It cuts deep down to the portion of the heart that cannot be massaged
Let the ink flow like blood supply to the body
Whenever my lips are weak,
words are my biggest strength
My pen details my hearts deepest wishes
I searched for love in every word!
And it works best not in any culture medium,
But in mastering the art of being alone and not lonely!
I found peace and solitude in the act of escaping the demons that torments me to write! But what if I can't drown the demons because they don't know how to swim?
I get them submerged in ink
Pen pundit