I am sullen, the profound words evade my mind, my tongue, my life.
Throughout the passing of time, ink fades with memory, with understanding, with the sunlight.
Dark hearted, I sit alone and place my soul before me to dip my quill into.
Drawing out painful lines of description and pleasurable secrets of the unknown.
Flowing like a million year old river from a vanishing mountain's coat of ice, the first and last and only word comes.
Endless and unforgiving, an echo of every heart beat since conception, I write it down for you...
love
It is all I write, for it is all that matters...