Pen & Paper

Pen & paper
The ink is my blood
The paper my flesh
My heart beats
My pen moves following it rhythm
As the pen’s ink disperse into the paper flesh
I feel my blood flow
With every break made in a period
I inhale and breathe and let the oxygen in
The letters are cells
The words are tissues
The phrases are organs
The sentences are systems
Collectively creating a life
I give birth every time I write
My children are not all the same
They take different shapes and have different meanings
But when you look at them
You see me