I want to get submerged in words....
I want to be read .......
Read.............
Till every single person understands the power of quill
Till pain turns to healing rhymes
Till lust turns to love
Till lava of anger turns to glacier of peace
Till world realizes that magic exists in my beloved ink
Till its denizens know that a paper like me lived and made many of them to do the same
Till fear of burning to ashes turns to the embraced truth that my lines would carry
Till the sphere knows that eighth wonder of the world is none other than
my confidante... the quill.
This is me paper . Though I may stand upright yet my story revolves around the sun of ink and quill while I rotate around the axis of feelings camouflaged as words.
©tiawritz