My eyes hunger to create a story out of the ordinary,
My fingers thirst to materialize immersive scenes out of the day's monotony.
I love to spot a kindle of fire in the dark,
To write about the line where the shadow and the light integrate.
I don't wish to erase a drop of tear from my days,
It's like the black ink in my quill colouring the parchment.
I give freedom to the world in my mind to flourish on the pages,
A place where imagination isn't restrained and emotions speak.
Somehow in what was lunacy to most but a sanctuary to me,
You printed your steps on the pages stealthily.
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