ink and paper

i scribble on the pages of an old notebook, hoping to set free the endovolate* truths suppressed in me.

i watch the ink smear through the ivory pages no longer blank, making its marks, and meandering its way to the same rhythm my heart beats to.

as i grip a tool so powerful, i begin to feel free from the numbness that covers the tips of my fingers.

i begin to let go.

i begin to simply be.

the freedom that ink and paper gives.


* endevolada is a term that suggests dark, veiled depths coined by fernando pessoa, portuguese poet, writer, and philosopher

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