Power
What is the last thing you expect to feel while writing? Not love, happiness, sadness or relief. They're all there frequently with the wisps of recollections penned down. The last thing I expected to feel was power.
It's as if instead of the ink, distilled power is what flows through the nib. The power to shape, mould, change,...
It's as if instead of the ink, distilled power is what flows through the nib. The power to shape, mould, change,...