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...
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.