(021) bleeding onto the paper

silence is at its most beautiful when i am forgotten about and left alone in my bedroom for long periods of time. my pen bleeds onto the paper, revealing my one true and faithful identity to myself. the words penetrate themselves deeply into my barren soul, and there, they start to settle.

and that is when love is planted like a seed into my chest, and at the same time, it is being conceived in my mind. finally, everything in the world starts to make sense, and i can go to sleep peacefully and dream about how i wish i will never have to wake up because nobody will ever have to make use of me again.