i inject my mind into my pen.
as the tip scraps along the surface,
the friction drains my sense, molecule by molecule,
until it is blank. not just a lack of ideas, but
no anything at all:
sans words, sans lines, sans spaces.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
i inject my mind into my pen.
as the tip scraps along the surface,
the friction drains my sense, molecule by molecule,
until it is blank. not just a lack of ideas, but
no anything at all:
sans words, sans lines, sans spaces.
