Ink stains on my hands,
Words flow from my mind like ink,
Stories come alive.

Thoughts dance on paper,
Pen glides across the pages,
Creating new worlds.

Empty white canvas,
Waiting for words to be born,
Silent universe.

Writer’s block lingers,
Words trapped in a barren mind,
Yearning to break free.

Letters form a tale,
Imagination unleashed,
Stories forever.

This was generated by artificial intelligence. Spooky isn’t it!