Late Night, Unfiltered

mind racing, heart pacing, feel spacing, real chasing, I don’t know what to put down but these words are spilling out of me on to paper & pen, yes paper & pen the feel of the a fluid black ink pen coursing through the plastic pipes of this pen she writes so velvety gushing out of her, so luxuriously fluid you wouldn’t want to put her down

embracing every angle & every curve, she writes, she leads, she lives to be heard her, black complexion a reflection of the Gods, of the Earth, of the vast expansion we call the universe, she lives to create that’s all she wants, it’s what she’s meant to do, to be, to see, to help you open your mind & to open up that universe that resides in your crown

-diary of my favourite pen

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