vomit

A pen and a pad are the tools of our emotions. As we sit they poor, they seep from the heart and vomit from the mouth. A pen and a pad that's all we need, let it flow, let the heart cry out until the emotions run dry. Let it burn deep down like the last flame before the wick is done. The thoughtless void of not knowing, of having never known but thirsting for is so. I sat down with a pen and a pad and let it all come out