Writing

 

 

A pen is like a serial killer who hates the freedom of everything else. A chirping bird dances in the morning light? Write it down for eternity; make it freeze forever mid-tweet.

 

A kid laughs running after his bright red ball that he just kicked a little too heavily? Not anymore. He just runs and laughs, his motives flying around him like blood-sucking mosquitoes. 

 

A lovers embrace? Make it eternal love. A falling star? It will be crossing the same dark and cold sky forever. 

 

Do you want to kill something?

 

Write it. 

 

 
 

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