Ink

Words flow out of me in a rhyme all my own.

Whether or not I'm willing to let them take form, is all a question of time and temperment.

The more pain I feel, the more eager I am to let the words become black and white on a piece of paper, rather than let them turn me black and blue inside.I lie awake every night, words twisting and wrything in my mind. Searching for a way to explain just what I'm feeling.

So I won't feel it anymore.

It depends on the day really. It depends on the way the sunshines, and the way the wind blows; because I feel everything around me. And the eb and flow of the world, determinds the eb and flow of my mind.

You can't disagree, for if the sky is grey do you smile? or contemplate?

Exactly. 

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[aphotic locket]

Some people take joy in rain; however, i like this poem. I can relate. Actually, I wrote something almost exactly like this when I first signed up on here 0.o It's so difficult to put inimitable thoughts into words when there are none to express the inimitable feelings. :P