Thoughts trickle down the muscles and tendons of my right arm,
Useless gesutres, meaningless waves over a page brought to life
Thoughts, doodles, prayers, diatribes of dirty stares as I hold you so tightly.
Personification of the horrors in my mind and the subtle joy I can find in documenting it for myself
They say I need help.
But, see you're my saviour,
With you anything is possible, any story, any style, thoughts going wild,
Personified, brought alive, no fear of goodbyes,
A mind redefined, made to be bolder, re-outlined, never confined
Never to say goodbye, just capped and set aside as I close my eyes as I wait for the next night.
If all you are is plastic with ink inisde, why are you the only thing that can soothe my fragile mind
Without you, can I survive?
Or perhaps when we have to keep all our thoughts bottled inside it isn't worth being alive.
Without you, can I thrive?
Or will the monsters and nightmares eat me from the inside
I don't think I'll ever have the courage to test this doubt.
I don't think I want to find out.