Poison Ink

My internal feelings were bubbling into thoughts, forming into words, growing wings, and taking flight, reaching the ears and minds of others, expressing something more significant than a sentence, a hollowed moment of life's waves.

I hope these words that spilled from me like tipped glass can make a splash in your recollection of the fond and the sour days.

Heartbreak is a natural part of love. What's left after the end... memories turned into stories.