Like Splattered Ink

The beat of my heart mingled with the sound of wind
I breathe in with my eyes close
And breathe out every passion that will lift my hand up; encourage to write

I write with all hopes
Dreams, love, passion,
Imaginary, and reflection of life

Every words
Every sentiment is a chemistry
That add a little potion to power up my desire

To continue writing
Like a stream of water that flow endlessly
Just me, the wall, the ceiling, the pencil and paper

The sky darken by thick storm clouds
Rain falling hard kissing the ground
Wind thrashing the tree

Sending waves of whistling sounds
And the chills leaks through a small opening upon my window
Sending chills run through my spine

Continue I write
In a dim room
Spilling my feeling like splattered ink upon this paper