Thoughts trickle down the muscles and tendons of my right arm,

Tightening, loosening

Useless gesutres, meaningless waves over a page brought to life

By you.

Thoughts, doodles, prayers, diatribes of dirty stares as I hold you so tightly.

Personification of the horrors in my mind and the subtle joy I can find in documenting it for myself

They say I need help.

But, see you're my saviour,

With you anything is possible, any story, any style, thoughts going wild,

Personified, brought alive, no fear of goodbyes,

A mind redefined, made to be bolder, re-outlined, never confined

Never to say goodbye, just capped and set aside as I close my eyes as I wait for the next night.

If all you are is plastic with ink inisde, why are you the only thing that can soothe my fragile mind

Pen, why?

Without you, can I survive?

Or perhaps when we have to keep all our thoughts bottled inside it isn't worth being alive.

Without you, can I thrive?

Or will the monsters and nightmares eat me from the inside

I don't think I'll ever have the courage to test this doubt.

I don't think I want to find out.