memoirs on a rainy day

I was messing around with a paint brush and ink a few weeks ago and this was the result. I have been researching ways to do some calligraphy. After a few experiments, I decided on using ink dip pens as they get the best result. I’ve seen some typographers and calligraphers working with brushes, but they are hard to use. It will take a lot of practice.

This piece actually turned out to be a short poem. Click the image about to read or read it below.

The weight of the world lay on his shoulders, but he could not tell.
Like the abyss that spawned him, his heart of hearts told him different.
What could be said?
What could be done?
No one could tell.

It crushed him slowly into pieces.
The gaps became larger.
No one knew if he could ever be put back together

Things would always fall apart.