little black words

A little black book
filled with words.

A little blue book
filled with ideas.

A mind,
a pen,
ink stained fingers.

Too many late nights
to the sound of pages turning.

But they're all just words,
words on a page,
and the ideas are just that.

And there are times
when nothing else
will ever make sense.

Cling to the words,
because that's all
there will ever be.