Scratching words; wasting ink in search for a meaning.

In search of a meaning, of a word, of a world.

Waste of ink.

Waste of words .

Waste of time .

What a world we live in?

What is the meaning behind all this?

Words on papers shouting desperately, shouting out for life, shouting to catch a breath.

The mess of the ink and dancing words on a paper.

Limited by a paper, locked in a book, there is no way out.

Escaping the paper means the end, the end of the word, the end of the world. 

Without words, pages stare at you blankly, purely, peacefully, lifelessly.
All what’s left is the killing silence of a blank paper.

Mylightspirit