The scratch of a pen, the tools of the trade.
Indents carved from ink.
Caressing fingertips on wrinkled paper.
Feel, smell, think.
Set foot on the path to something bigger.
The late night glow of the flashing cursor.
Watch the words as they spill out.
Watch as they fill up the blank, white screen.
Filling up your soul and freeing up your mind.
Stop searching, let go.
The words of your mind,
The fingers they possess.
Let them take you. Engulf you. Replenish you.
Set you free.
The words flow freely; your fingers know what must be said.
Throw away your power,
The illusion of control.
Expressed. Emancipated. Enlightened.
Writing is a drug,
The addiction is a lifestyle.
The captain that navigates your mind,
The lighthouse that illuminates your path.
Words are a world, and writing is discovery.