To become a writer, you must give yourself and all your thoughts away to the world.
Her inhabitants
Her beauty
Her vastness
When you become a writer,
the way you think changes
You see things that no one else is aware of (besides other writers)
Life becomes a game
It’s you against everything in the world
Some days, this isn’t a problem
Some days, it is
When you become a writer,
You must accept the fact that you’re different
Different from all those people living their lives in the dark
You see and are aware of the immense beauty and heart wrenching sadness the world has to offer you
When you become a writer, it’s your job to help people see things in a way they never have before
Show them the worst side of the world and terrify them
Or show them a light that always can be seen
You must be willing to sacrifice your peace and sanity to express thoughts that no one speaks about
Ridicule is inevitable, but it is ******* by the fact that some one out there will read your writing and be able to sympathize with it fully
What you write could change someone’s entire life
We all hold truths about the world, and as a writer you are the most inclined to share the truths you are aware of
You must offer them a different point of view, even if it’s just a span of a couple lines on a page.
If life is a plane, writers provide the passengers with a window seat



                                                      m.h.

Like a child dreaming of Christmas morning,
I am filled with anticipation upon your appearance.
I crave the thought of unwrapping you and discovering what I've always wanted.
I dream about treasuring you.
I can picture you perfectly like you are here with me.
I can feel the dawn drawing closer.
I can see our horizon making it's way across the sky.
Life has gifted you to me, and I am more than ready.

     m.h.

A clean slate
A sheet of pristine paper
A blank canvas
A book fresh off the press, starving for someone to crack its spine and begin
A new beginning

Life appears as one continuous storm of happiness and grief with no stopping point, but this isn't completely true.
We decide where our beginnings start and where an era of ourself ends.
At any point in time, you can start all over.
You just have to decide.
Tear everything down, and never look back.
Sometimes we forget how free we are.

       m.h.

Inside of every person is a ticking bomb
It doesn't make noise, but you can see its toll
Although the detonation time varies
Before it explodes, you're calm
There is no time to take a stroll
Last time to drop what you carry
Loving words fill the air
Regrets disappear
One final view
Empty chair
My dear,
Where are
You?  

m.h.