FALL IN LOVE AT THE FIRST SIGHT

I know that you have ever fallen in love, maybe for boys or girls. However, have you ever fallen in love with ink?. Ink is dirty. Sometimes it makes you were ill feel. Its color makes our fingers seem offensive. But it is not for me, because, I have fallen in love with ink. Since the first I knew, I saw and I touched it. I have fallen in love, for painting, writing and expressing my feeling.

In the first meeting, I was painting, second meeting I was writing, third meeting I was expressing my feeling and the meeting will never ending. I believe that first will never die. When I can paint, I would like to take ink and make a painting. On the paper, on the wall, on the floor, moreover I made a painting on my hand, by writing pen, felt-tip marker, tint, and others kinds of ink. Of course, it occurred when I was child. Unpredictable painting that always made ill feel. Imagine if a beautiful and clean thing was worse after I made an action with ink.

Another function of ink is to write. I have ever said “Now I know my A, B, C and I will write perpetually”. I wrote “A” when I could write “A”, I wrote “B” when I could write “B”, and I wrote everything that I want to write. I wrote a letter, then I would write a word, then I wrote a sentence and then I could write an essay. I spent a paper, then two papers, three, four and many papers to write. Maybe I wasn’t a writer for you, but, I had been a writer for myself.

Painting and writing were just the little things that were made by ink. I wasn’t a painter and I wasn’t a writer. But, I could paint and write. I didn’t have the good painting for you, but I had the best painting for me. I didn’t have an interesting essay for you, but I had an important essay for me. I mean that I could paint and write for myself and I had been a painter and a writer for myself. So, I could express my feeling.

I had fallen in love with ink, since the first sight. Ink could make me paint, write, and express my feeling. Ink makes me absolutely life as a painter and a writer, especially for myself. When other people couldn’t hear my story, or they couldn’t spend their time for sharing each other, ink always with me. So, a dirty thing that sometimes made us ill feel wasn’t always worse. In fact, I’m still with ink in my life.