When The Ink Bleeds

Description

i tried to write the beauty.my ink withered and died. i wrote music,the syllables left the pages.i wrote romance,the pen’s nib got broken. i wrote flowers,the petals fell off the stem. i wrote sun, moon and the stars.their love died.i wrote fairytales,the world collapsed.but when i wrote darkness,the ink dripped endlessly, like life is my veins. the paper tortured me to write even more.