Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Writing in loneliness

The relentless scratching,
Pen against paper,
The ink,
Bleeding black and blue,
Thoughts as foreign,
As the trees that died,
To breathe life,
Into a troubled mind's creativity,
On lines,
As thick as rivers of emotions,
And feather thin,
As the quiet sobbing,
Of a lonely soul.

~Rei Shiori

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