This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
Ink stained hands
reveal furious ideas,
hastily documented
before they slip out of mind.
Smears of ink
like symbols,
representing a burning passion
for recording emotions
experiences
life.
Inky black marks,
letters, that become words
that become sentences
that become saviors,
saving beings from themselves,
freeing beings from themselves.
Ink as blood,
entering the bloodstream so that
feelings and dreams can bleed out
onto paper
into reality,
no longer trapped in the mind,
for the ink has set them free.