Mar 2018
With a stuttering shacking hand
that is also my voice
I write in absolute silence, my voice is
Hidden.
We think of thoughts so deep
We never stop sinking...
A pen
becomes a paddle , and a book a boat.
And I write myself away
Over a an ocean of thought
So I don’t drown...
-M.O.I
that is also my voice
I write in absolute silence, my voice is
Hidden.
We think of thoughts so deep
We never stop sinking...
A pen
becomes a paddle , and a book a boat.
And I write myself away
Over a an ocean of thought
So I don’t drown...
-M.O.I
It’s easy to dig to deep into thought and lose the beauty around you. Your thoughts can consume you and burden you , but if we write we can escape.
