Blue Ink Tears

Teardrops roll down my cheeks and



the cream pages of my

Moleskine diary.

The words that I’ve written

become soaked  

as they mingle

with the blue fountain ink

the words become incomprehensible

My feelings remain dormant in the

most testing of times and awaken

only when my hand is moving

quickly across the pages of the Moleskine.

To those looking at me from the outside,

I’m as unintelligible as the now disfigured

words in the diary.

My thoughts are lost

In the noise that has become

Blurry words.

As comprehensible as when my tears

meet the blue ink oozing out

of my fingertips.

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