All the ink and paper that know how I feel.
The ink and paper accept what I have to say.
Feels my every emotion.
That can taste the bitter words.
The ink and paper that express and create my imagination.
Create the world inside my head,
with no color, no view.
The ink with nothing but dark.
The blank page of silence.
And oh, how beautiful they are.
With no paint and no canvas,
draws a picture,
of what it really means,
with nothing but words,
written in ink,