I want to sleep but these creeping thoughts keep breaching the security of my inner peace I want to think positive and deposit these utterly exhaustive thoughts of worry someplace else Onto the page I lock them away to stay out of my space and only on the page for someone else To see To read To agree Even if that person is only me At least those negative intrusive thoughts won't be so bothering No longer can they take up such precious space Stronger I will be
A love letter to writing. my attempt to try and define the cathartic qualities of being a writer