Cold-blooded Plume

products of my subconscious..

Pen and paper are my harbour
They color my darksome core
They are my only companion
In every encounter with my soul..

Whenever I hold a pencil or anything that writes, and put some pressure in it, and swirl and sweep it around the paper; it's like I'm pouring with it all emotions that I've been holding in.
It's so sublime..more so when I see the end result. It lightens up the burden within.. :)