Ink
I believe in the power of ink,
The power it brings to create something great
I believe in the power of paper
The power to convey things that you can’t speak
I believe in the power of midnight thoughts
When sleep doesn’t come easily
I believe in the power of words
The power they bring and the things they make
To the characters we wish we could be and the things we wish we could see
To the plots we build and the plots we destroy
To the crumbled ideas that only seem to annoy
To the journals we fill and the pencils we brake
I believe in the power of ink
The power it brings and the things it destroys
I believe in the power of paper
The power to crumble the world around you
I believe in the power of midnight thoughts
When the tears flow easily
I believe in the power of words
The destruction they bring and the pain they create
To the characters that are based on our own heartbreak
To the ideas we rip to pieces because they ring too much truth
To the pencils we throw and the journals we ignore
It all seems to start with
Ink
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