Dear paper,
I sincerely apologise for constantly coming to you for comfort, but you are the only form of calmness I have in the midst of this madness.
No other embrace is as sweet as yours when my hands begin to shake and I seem to misplace my mind.
You take me as I am, even with my daunting cloud of troubles, and hold my thoughts until I regain clarity.
Sanity seems to be so elusive, slipping out of my grasp each time I clasp at it like a silk skinned eel.
But here you are, as immovable as a rock, as honest as a blade, yet as fragile as these glass windows I peer out of for inspiration.
Never have I felt so free while placing a piece of myself behind your bars.
Tranquility is only a touch away when I’m with you.
But once the waves of euphoria subside, and the hurdles placed in front of me become too towering-I see no other option.
I load my clip full of thoughts into this 1.2mm ballpoint pen and pull the trigger, then watch it penetrate my heart and **** my anxiety.
-Isaac.tanielu