Great image, words flowing through the blood…
Sometimes I really do think I look better on paper. I don’t know if you people see this. I speak freely on white space. A blank page is parallel with my mind. Each time I write, I give birth to new thought. Its a conception of cryptic words strung together with a central key. Sometimes, its an archway to my heart. Other times, I do not know where my thoughts come from. I imagine my words flowing through my blood, right down my arm toward the tips of my fingers. They leave my body, as I bleed through ink. I want someone to share my mind with. I want someone to make me bleed scrolls of love and adoration, but know that nothing could replicate the love in my heart.
