Pen and Parchment

Ink drips wildly from my pen's nib as I fight to control it's relentless passion. Words born deep within my heart secretly whisper to each black drop conspiring to reveal the hidden depths of my desires without permission. Rivers of emotion gouge lines of blue upon the paper, encouraging even forcing words and ink to crimes of exposure of my heart's true longings. I watch helplessly as this dance of pen and parchment open my soul for the world to read. I sit breathless as their escapades leave trails of the innermost workings of my being for all to sift through. My soul's very thoughts betrayed by my quill and ink.

But maybe, just maybe I want the world to know.
Maybe I want the world to know I love JT.