nowhere to go,
breading foul insects,
when the pen is denied from venting
stagnant words clutter the mind
— bad ink,
and a whole lot of bruises decorate the inside of the mind.
don’t stop creating because
you think that your creation isn’t good enough
it matters that you keep creating
let the ink flow
let the words create a ripple
but don’t deprive the ink its right to carve the story
don’t imprison the words
let the words explore,
make pathways to move around,
let it not be the stagnant water
swarmed with nastiness.
let the words carve a new world for you to roam freely!