Paper and Pen

One lonely ink drop, in the midst of chaos. The words are moving. They’re dancing like sunbeams chasing each other’s tails. They’re jumping and laughing they’ve got secrets to tell. I’ve got problems, but that’s alright Because paper and pen seem to be the only ones that can handle me. To them I never tell a lie. I never hold back. They see me better than most and they never crack. They get the good, the bad, and in-between. They get everything nobody else gets. For them I’m good enough. And that is why I write.