The Voice of Ink

Ink is still ink.

Whether we write

a love letter,

or a tearful breakup,

or an inauguration speech

or a graduation farewell,

or a welcome letter,

or a sad-filled goodbye,

or a “get well soon” card, 

or a eulogy.

Ink is still ink.

Whether it sits in a pen,

or in a bottle,

or on the tip of a feather,

or spilled on a desk,

or dried on a piece of paper,

or right under someone’s skin.

Ink is still ink.

Whether it’s used for aesthetic,

or whether it’s used to fill an empty voice.