This ink,
describes my soul,
as it writes
myself
on the paper.
The paper
keeps my soul
fermenting it
encapsulating it
so it may someday
be revived once again.
The mind
is my soul,
for without it
the ink would not be used,
the paper
would remain blank
and my soul's silence
would be as if
it never existed
in the first place.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
This ink,
describes my soul,
as it writes
myself
on the paper.
The paper
keeps my soul
fermenting it
encapsulating it
so it may someday
be revived once again.
The mind
is my soul,
for without it
the ink would not be used,
the paper
would remain blank
and my soul's silence
would be as if
it never existed
in the first place.
Seb-net