I was born to die holding a pen and a paper
I was born to create an affair between a pen and a paper. Make them flirt with one another. Make them fall in love with each other.
I was born to write forever. What I write may not all be masterpieces. But these are my words. They murmur in my ears. They glisten my sight.
They mesmerize my senses. I am caught up in these books. Trapped in my very own self. My life will go on in these endless books. I was born to die holding a pen and a paper. Writing tangled words.