I write because I feel
It helps me breath
It helps me heal.
It makes me feel normal
Like I belong
Something so formal
Yet so profound.
You write with ink
I write with love
It flows through my veins
Like blood.
Imagination is what we seek
to hide away from a world
So cold
Yet so deep.
We write what is us
We write what is true
I write for passion
What about you?
YOU ARE READING
A mind of it's own
PoetryPoems that speak from my soul. And different things that cross my mind.
