Ink

Fly on the rail of a redundant heart and sail in seas of art.

As ink blends into words we realise that words strung together have no limits. Words can win us over and words can cripple us. Words as the pen promises hold power over our everyday.
Ink pressed will be the precise moment that you feel your heart turn. It will beat and it will begin. Breathe and believe in beauty, butchery and bewilderment.
Ink in its purest form is spread when one opens their murderous mouth or speaks in spells of silence.
Spread like wildflower across 120 pages ink invites you to imagine, to hope to harass and to take you to hell.
Fly on the rail of a redundant heart and sail in seas of art.
Please.
Ink.