Spilled Ink (3)
As I’ve written in two previous posts about “spilled ink,” I’ll continue here. “Spilled ink” is a metaphor for the letters that fall from the pen, so what I’m writing here now is what I previously wrote in my notebook—since I jot down whatever crosses my mind from time to time. So I’ll finish what I started, and today I’ll write for you what appeared in my notebook. But as I mentioned earlier, everything I’ve written since I started this blog—until the ink runs out of my pen—is not just a collection of unrelated letters; rather, they are tied to feelings I may not be able to express in front of others, and I find peace only in those letters.
