The Ink

|Because not everyone will read what’s at the bottom.|

…

|I am not 26. I am 10 with 16 extraordinary years.|

|I read. I write.|

|I speak.|Not that much.|

|I listen.|Too much sometimes.|

|I think.|If needed.|

|I walk.|If I’m sad.|

|I break.|When I’m hurt.|

|I fall.|When I’m comfortable.|

|I’m weird.|Because I want to.|

|I learn.|I discover.|I observe.|

|I love.|White and Black.|

|They’re shades.|

|But it doesn’t mean I hate colors.|

|I love and chase rainbows.|

|And most of all |I love food.|

|Continued…|

|France|

|I am The Ink.|

|Who loves.|

|ink. papers.books.photos.paintings.|

|denim.shirts.shoes.slippers.|

|trees.rainbows.seashore.azure.|

|cupcakes.cookies.milk.chocolates.|

|plain.simple.yet.complicated|

|I collect.|letters.|soda pop tabs|dried flowers|and memories.|

|I.still.believe.|In.justice.peace.and love.|

|Though.I.know.they.don’t.exist.anymore.|

|periods.no.spaces.avoids.exclamation.point.but.uses.question.marks.|

|Keep.Breathing.|

|And these are my papers.|

|I write anything under the sun.|

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|Thank you for reading.|