they are
(calligraphic) instruments,
creating art through
manifestations (of the mind),
tokens of love, of hope,
containing life
and beauty
within the pixels
of a white screen;
on the rainy days,
when paper and pens
are too weak
to hold your thoughts,
and you are consumed
by a (furious) passion
to write
quickly,
you turn to another generation
and use // keystrokes.
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
