My writing can come and go,
and some days are more fluent
than others.
Somedays the feelings sing,
other days they make
silence their home.
However, I always find
the words still hide
in tiny cracks of light
and swirl effortlessly
through my mind,
all the time.
If I’m alive, I write.
No matter if my hands move
or it’s all in my mind,
I’m filled with endless words
to express this endless life.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC
My writing can come and go,
and some days are more fluent
than others.
Somedays the feelings sing,
other days they make
silence their home.
However, I always find
the words still hide
in tiny cracks of light
and swirl effortlessly
through my mind,
all the time.
If I’m alive, I write.
No matter if my hands move
or it’s all in my mind,
I’m filled with endless words
to express this endless life.