The impulse to hold a pen
The feel of fibers
As I skim my fingers
On pages where
Moist ink are deeply engraved
To see the words slowly awaken
To form phrases that spread
Through the sheets
Immersing it with meanings
Yet unwritten to curious eyes
Gradually heightens my senses
Only to be consumed in that moment
Of ineffable bliss
That mystery… that thrill
And the liberating feel
Of finding my heart
Engulfed
In all of it…