Believing inkwells had run dry
I find faded drops taking on new hue
Deepening as sensation takes hold
Turning indigo from blue
Making endless paths for my mind to meander
As streams of thought turn into rivulets of feeling

Like

His words inspired me to be who I was when I first began
When I arrived needing to release internalized emotions
And
Embrace the love I felt for writing
My outpouring once flowed without measure
Despite inspirations lengthy cessation
I’m finally finding my way back
To the people and place that I treasure

There are
So many I’ve missed and may not get to see again
So many who’ve touched me with the strokes of their pen
So I thank those who remained and those I haven’t yet met
And pen love for those who are gone but who I’ll never forget

Thanks to all of you who’ve done so much to inspire me

And my biggest smile and warmest embrace to you Styles C