Written what seems an age ago, generally describing my need for ink.
Tiresome words shall fade at the end
A code to be deciphered
A message in an unbreakable bottle
Morose I've become, this relentless calling to words
Forging a path through the wilderness of all things unrelatable in my world
Yet tarnished is my meaning for we all relate even in the unrelated and I am weary of this language
I long for a knowing gaze into the stars of eyes in place of the haze handed to the world by the stars of the skies
To ship my inner most secrets across the sea of spaces through something that requires not the use of delicately placed letters...
How can it be done if ever at all... a lament into the wilderness I cry for something more
Understanding beyond language and comfort beyond understanding