I can never tell if I'm enjoying
What I'm reading
Or if
Im simply enjoying reading.

I want to be so overflowing with kindness
that I could hold a bird
because it couldnt recognise a drop of hostility

I work to much
Not to say im over working my job
But that I work excessively in my head
I really am a busy person

But for now she may only exist as a memory in the hearts of those who loved her
Forever reverberating in hearts
Sorrow in resonance

I was thinking to myself
What does powerful writing look like

At first i saw a writer focusing all energy into the pen

But I coreected myself, it would look like connecting the energies of the pen with yourself.
Writing as an extention of your own will...
an extension of your soul