Creative writing
Speaking my thoughts
Is my drug to mask the pain
I hide on the inside
From everyone around me

It’s the way I am able to speak without facing my emotions
Hiding behind the pen and paper
Expressing my emotions
Whether happiness or sadness
Being myself
Not hiding behind the facade and shell of my body

My drug is writing
It makes me feel like I’m floating throughout the majestic
White fluffy clouds of my imagination

Materialistic
   Tangible
      Expensive
        Touchable
           Physical
             Monetary
                Solid
              Things...

Why give that type of gift
When a

  Hug
     Smile
         Kiss
            Laughter
               Happiness
                   And
                         Love
            Are Better and Free...

Below freezing to negative temperatures
Are bone chilling at times, being frozen
          Your smile warms my soul

In my dreams
All I saw was a phone
I picked it up and called “Home”
On the other line was a person I miss
It was just pure and utter bliss
To hear your voice
Have a conversation with you
Is exactly what I needed
Especially when I was feeling blue
In that moment
It felt so real
Knowing your there
When I need you the most
Who knew a simple telephone
Could make your day
When the person on the other line
Is simply to far away....

Waking up to a dark and bitter cold morning

The smell of fresh brewed hot coffee is in the air

Ohhhh smell the possibilities of the day ahead

Warming your soul as you embark on your day