Ink Stained Soul…

You are like a Memory. Dark, instinctive, and alluring. Drawing me into a home I have never seen but know every inch of. The countertop you place me every time you summoned me. Always cooking when you call me into this world. I never remember food though. You demand my words. What is it I need?

It is never that simple. You know. You toy with me to see how obedient I will become. I must be specific in what I demand from you. You call me in today, but did you know? That you should me what’s been hidden and how I can have it all.