Ink

What happened on that seldom occasion when I fought self-defiance to pick a pen and jot down a few lines?

Self-defiance.

Its not a pretty thing. Its more of a safeguard technique than a motivating one. Its an invisible rope that is tied tight about your ego.

Ego.

Not a priced possession for anybody. Its a maligner. Its an invisible rope that ties you entirely.

You.

The ensue of self-defiance and ego within.

And on that occasion, I wrote a few words.

They appeared blue.

And wrote a few more which ultimately faded into the achromatic paper...

Disquieted.