writing implements

mere words…
only mere words…
these words…
mere words that replicate my affection…
mere words that contain simplicity…

yes…

just words…

stirring conscience

now is the time…

clearest reflection…
will you grant me ruin’s fate?
or bestow upon me a reflection…
a reflection to cast an endless light…

have I died enough?
Or should I die again?

madness…
uncertainty…
insanity…