miscellaneous thoughts

There are times I fuel my ideas and ignite the motility of my fingers, enabling them to grip the object that spurts the ink that animates penmanship in one. This is when I know the capacity of my emotions have flooded and the dam of anesthetic closure has broken down: in need of maintenance. I write to cope with that, but most importantly I write because nothing and nobody can describe these excessively humanistic feelings or sporadic thoughts than the head that confines them and the hand that dutifully composes these words. Hence, this is why I write what I write in here. Thank you for giving a piece of your time to read my work. 💜