Uncontrollable

As the black ink touches the rippley paper, my sweaty palm can't control itself. As my imagination runs wild I stare, I stare at the colours that shine so bright it plants a rainbow into my brain. The dark chocolate scent, slowly turns my droopy heart upside down.

My hand gracefully glides across my page like a professional ice skater dancing artistically across the cold smooth ice. The slinky like spring is like a trapeze artist on a trampoline who can't slow down.

The blue, cold icicle with a tip, leaves a horrific mark that will make your mother scream with fear. Hours, hours of scrubbing with strawberry, bubbly soap and gleamy, crystal , glowing water. Small kindness smooth to touch.

I watch, I watch the ink glide out of the pen with such delight and honour. All the inky kindness is stored and reserved in the long cylinder that is expressed on this rippley paper.