Ink

Ink.

Words.

Writing.

The very thing that binds us together. That makes us all equal. That both silences us, and gives us a voice.
The item that saves lives, and takes others.

It is where all stories, poems, sonnets and long gone tales once started, no matter how different they are in content, length or from what era they are from.

This collection of poems, stories, thoughts and whatever else once all started out as a blank page. And now, though they may differ vastly from one another, they are all connected by the vital ingredient.

Ink.