Your Ink Breathes
It is alive and breathing
It has movements and is moving
Moves unto me and continously navigating inside me
Drives me crazy, particularly dictating my mind and body
For what its worth, it has magic
Of which i can't believe it lives
Every stroke and curve of the pen
It washes and changes the reality that happens
Every line can give tickles
And surprisingly can later give shivers
Can scare me, can amaze me, can kindle
All the long lost and every dying part of this rebel
It can hurt me one time, sometimes
Your words and your ink blots
But I care not anymore
For that feeling makes me feel the life that has been lost
Your ink breathes and i can feel its breath
So real to me, so true, so sensible I can proove
Your word moves and it had reached mine
Made me touch the paper, smell the pages and write life