Today I realized...
All I want to do is write in peace. I need to quote my insane scrutinies in peace. I want to breathe through my words and feel my heartbeat through my pen. Can I live through the cylinder of the paragraphed terrors that invade my personal space? Sometimes, I just want to write my horrible feelings about the sky being blissfully blue. I want to feel the ink and press toward my realized eternity of solitude in my dream.
Can I just write out my tears and establish a little peace in my esteem? Drip... Drip... Drop... Drop... Easy enough? .. Can I have a few metaphors to just describe my fears I can list on the straight lines? Instead of being so frozen with fear that I can't breathe?
Today I realized...
I'd like to describe my insanity with my words like a spiraling downfall instead of ...
Am I allowed to feel free again and let my words control my silenced worries? Capture my love with a pen; expose my soul on the paper. Mama, I just want to write.
