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Why do i write? Do i write to only make my hands numb ? Do i write to make myself feel important? No, i write to tell my secrets. I write to show those with eyes how i feel. Writing is the fictional person... there to comfort me when im all alone. When i am so isolated the only person i can talk to is the world around me, the birds echo my words back to me like jabber jays. I talk to the trees that allow my words swirl through the leaves. I talk to the squirrels, tell them stories as they take care of business. Writing is everything to me... Its how i show love, its how i make love.. Slow and deep straight to the heart. There are no rules, no laws on what to say how to say it. I write to help flowers grow I wrie to open my eyes when im feeling closed. I write to pierce into hearts of people like me. I write to show the truth of myself, and the world around me as i see it... Full of color and wonders never thought about before. Full of life and pain, full of the world that i have taken into myself...
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Why Do I Write?
Why do i write? Do i write to only make my hands numb ? Do i write to make myself feel important? No, i write to tell my secrets. I write to show those with eyes how i feel. Writing is the fictional person... there to comfort me when im all alone. When i am so isolated the only person i can talk to is the world around me, the birds echo my words back to me like jabber jays. I talk to the trees that allow my words swirl through the leaves. I talk to the squirrels, tell them stories as they take care of business. Writing is everything to me... Its how i show love, its how i make love.. Slow and deep straight to the heart. There are no rules, no laws on what to say how to say it. I write to help flowers grow I wrie to open my eyes when im feeling closed. I write to pierce into hearts of people like me. I write to show the truth of myself, and the world around me as i see it... Full of color and wonders never thought about before. Full of life and pain, full of the world that i have taken into myself...
malaya-mealy
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
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