This poem was inspired by an inspiration - to be more precise, by the inspiration I finally had about the tattoo I have always wanted, a Quill to emphasise my aspired status as a writer :-)
The Quill


I believed myself lost from fiction forever.

I believed I would lay down my Quill forever.

I believed myself lost from its joy, ecstasy, pain, love.

I believed not.

I sought not.

And I found.

And I believed.

I believed I could find joy in fiction.

I believed I could find ecstasy in fiction.

I believed I could find pain in fiction.


I believed I could find Love in fiction.


So I picked up my Quill again.

I dipped it in the ink and let the words flow.

Like poison.

Like blood.

Like Love.
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