I want to understand
What you mean when you speak with me.
So I can twist around as I walk,
and be able to dance like a Flower in a stream.
To escape this conversation with no casualties,
so you’ll accept that it’s enough.
I want to run in the rain
to wash away the unwanted,
And watch the Stars align,
unraveling my future
and showing me the way.
A poem by,
-M.R. Sherman
Ink of Possibilities. Fragments of silence. Ink as witness. A quiet sanctuary of words and reflection—where thought moves unhurried, and meaning is allowed to breathe.