With the swiftness of blades slashing through like wintery winds, the pen caresses the page and wages war against non-existence.
It will be more.
The shore of destiny's dream can be found between the margins and the seam.
A slow stream of consciousness can turn imagination into a torrential downpour.
Even more, it ignites the minds of those beat down by time, chance and unfavorable circumstance.
The pen can bend conditions to suit one's need or greed.
Whatever reality one wishes to feed.