• A long plastic shaft
    Diminishes to a point
    Flowing outward, dreams of ink.
    Stories to tell.
    Lands to be explored.
    People to see.
    Friends to make.
    So many creatures
    Both small and great.

    So many colors
    to fill a flourishing mind.
    Purple seas and green skies
    And all those things
    that the mind can see.

    It takes one line
    to create a whole new world.
    A place to be discovered
    Within the confines of white.

    But truly, there is no limit
    To what can be imagined
    and brought to life.
    One line on top of another.
    to build something worth while.
    Building blocks of a tale untold.

    Ink is limited.
    Creation is infinite.