The deepest passion that fuels my soul is my Ink. If it ever runs dry, I am lost and lifeless, like a story unfinished. Some people fear death, the absence of true love, never holding a child, or not knowing wealth or success. But for me, my greatest fear is not dying; it’s that my Ink will never run dry before my time is up. I need it to flow with me, wherever I go, through every season of life.
When I finally leave this world for the one beyond, I don’t want silence to be what’s left behind. I want my Ink, my words, my thoughts, my essence to remain alive, speaking even when I am no longer here. I want my Ink to be the comfort in people's tears, the hope in their despair, a reminder that life continues beyond what we see. My legacy is in those strokes, each line a promise of better days ahead, long after my voice is still.
I want my Ink to live on, breathing for me, even in my absence. For as long as it exists, so do I.
©mercyada
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