The black ink
Printing an accidentally smeared finger on the page,
Visible from the dyes seeping into the corners of my nails,
Or the ideas lying uncovered by a few binary signals
Or simply an ugly scribbling at the end of the book –
Is the temptation, the treasure, the teacher,
the possession, the obsession, the expression,
Over the paper
Over the screen
Over my chaotic life
As something miraculously turquoise.
AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
I am aware of the fact that I am not the only one to receive this but it was just too sweet of them. :’) Now, there aren’t many impressive things in this but I am sharing this because I was glad to receive this mail.
My blog in 2014- By WordPress.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 21,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 8 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Click here to see the complete report.