The bleeding ink And the blue droplets. The satisfaction it has And the dazy numbness. The gliding grip And the stay in my mind. My pen is only mine~
5w
This is so deep and honestly a bit moody in a beautiful way. I love how you describe the connection with your pen, it feels so personal, like writing is the only way to really let things out. That line about the 'dazy numbness' is so relatable when you're just lost in your own world. It’s really powerful 💙