Have you ever wondered about the person who is worth melting for? Whose slightest touch leaves a mark on you and their presence affecting your aura and purpose of life. I hold the pen begin to write, trying to open the doors of my mind to pace me towards new dimensions. I ponder strongly for hours, days, and sometimes weeks over questions like, “What if trees had emotions residing inside of them as well! Would I have to owe them an apology at the cost of my freedom of expression?” An odd thought is flashing before you. Take a read. Imagine them fearing death, suppressed dealing with the notion, never ready to depart as we do. But without their support, my work and purpose feel incomplete. If they vanished from the root of existence and the graphite slowly dwindles too, I’d be lost wandering in the middle of nowhere in search of my tools to reach to you! I wonder what if my fingers numb and muscles are cramped and fatigued. Then I strongly ponder if I could write letters with my lips and maybe use yours as my notebook? Our love would surely strengthen as you would be the paper to my pen. I still wonder, should I go out and beg for forgiveness to every tree out there – stripped from its bark? To every piece of graphite confined to my pencil for the sole purpose and having the purest intentions of putting my thoughts to words and expressing myself to you! I will let the trees be stripped down, and every gram of graphite be exploited as long as I’m able to reach you. Meaning you will read me once more tonight and just once more in the morning till the day we depart. I will go extremes for you if I have to.
I will always hold the pen for you🌷