Hello love, I called you this cos it’s the highest form of compliment I could think of. Even though I don’t feel anything for you. I know we connect cos you unlock my soul and let me bore my heart out to you. It’s been long since we last spoke. Those days when I’d lay it all out on you and you’d just lay there and take it. Then, you take me all in, in all my filth and gift me relief without saying a word.
I remember.
My black ink of whirl-winded thought laid in your white sheets of purity without judgement and all I get in return is the comfort of pure unfiltered expression.
You gift meaning where the puzzles don’t fit. Making my madness into rhymes of poetry.
It’s been long since I caressed your surface with ink and now I feel my blackness pile now, I need the light that you bring.
So here I am again. Travelling the lengths of your single finite sheet with comfort that you would accept me in open arms, without judgement.
Thank you Notepad, for showing me a breathe of true love.
