I'm ink.
Liquid, viscous ink.
Flowing, puddling, staining your paper
With my thoughts,
My words,
My life.
I'm ink.
A necessary evil,
A permanent mark that cannot be undone,
Save for tearing the sheet,
And staring anew,
Without me, without ink.
I'm ink,
I'm volatile.
Black, streaking,
Revealing every mistake and hesitation
In your work.
I am ink.
