Burst bubble of ink...

I did not realize but, the night before, i guess,
the ink of my ballpoint decided to explore the world
beyond its comfort zone...

Ink, indigo blue...of course.

It probably was shy at the beginning, exploring,
one drop at a time then as the ground felt more familiar
it just spread, like oil over water. But the surface
was not the only way to explore. It went through all the
little pores of my stack of paper notes.

One layer at a time
discovering new spaces...
And eventually, it stopped and decided it was enough.
Although the beautiful ink wanted to go back where it came from
because it knew many beautiful words were in the waiting...it was mission impossible.

Then the ink started to dry and became a nice ink mark.
Like a burst bubble of blue.
Leaving its beautiful traces on many of my notes.

How could i mind...