Words as Balm in the Ink of the Heart
Words emerge from the silent caverns of the heart, where feelings dance like flames. They emerge from the pen like a salve for invisible wounds. Every phrase is a brushstroke, adding vivid colours to the canvas of life.
They flourish like flowers in the garden of thoughts, their scent remaining long after they are spoken. The melodies of the unsung, the echoes of dreams, the whispers of the soul.
They craft stories of victories and tribulations, love and grief, with every penstroke. They are our comfort in our sorrows and our silent companions in our loneliness.
They pour through the stone quiet of our hearts like a river, etching their own routes. They serve as our connecting points and lighthouses, guiding us through the longest, darkest nights.
They are the crumbs that help us find our way back to ourselves amid the maze of life. They serve as windows into untold tales and the keys to shut doors.
So let your words shine like a beacon in the dark, and let the ink of your heart flow. Ultimately, these are the words that will endure, inscribed in the grains of time, serving as a tribute to the human spirit.
