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Atlantic Blue Ink

Funny how such a small object can have such a huge impact. Like a translator from another world, it takes my thoughts and spills them over the empty page in silent strokes of regular blue ink. It’s triangular shape make it disappear in the gap between my index finger and my thumb, a perfect fit, like an extension meant to cross over the threshold - from inside my head  to the outside world. It begs, it screams, it cries out silently. Only the page can hear its calls. And though sometimes it might feel like only I can decipher its language, the pen becomes the bridge between my most private feelings and my most beloved friends. We found each other through words, not said, not heard but written on endless pages of run-on lines and free verse, rhythms and rhymes, metaphors and meter, caught between soft grey squares on starch white paper or typed on keyboards black and white to magically appear before me, even when I’m half a world away. A pale blue bond meant to cross even oceans and connect kindred spirits through our love for dreams and synonyms.