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

It’s that time of the year again-
I feel lost.
With hesitation on my wrists my lips begin to defrost.
July 4th.
The anniversary of when you left me.
Three years later and I still miss you dearly.
Took me too long to realize I was never your love-
It was just my turn.


And just like digging a grave for my favorite tree,
It might’ve been useless but i needed it.

There’s nothing better
than beautiful photos filled
with special moments

❤️