Ink-Cammy G

Wrap each word carefully in cellophane-like raptures


Until it becomes constricted with the bond of exaltation.


Warm it with tender care and let it glow under its sheets


While you sit back and admire its awkwardness.

Laugh at the paper and mark it vehemently until the passion overflows.

Let it spill over the desk and puddle on the floor, then sit in it and soak it all in.

Smell the fumes of prestige and cover yourself in the stains of distinction.

Listen to the small hums of joy or shrink from the tremors of woe.

See it?

Let it leap from the page and dance with enthusiasm.

Caress it until your arms grow numb and cold.

Then, let your reverence sing to its timidity.

Let the ink be your blood and inspire your greatest dreams.