To live a life without words Is like a hell I did not consent or deserve And honestly Life with words Is another hell I did not consent to Or deserve
But here I am My pen in hand At 3 am my mind continuing to short circuit Flashing random phrases Without context Or meaning
But with my paper I can give them meaning And provide them context As I do here And now And though this makes no sense And will never be more than a rant and nonsensicle ramble It gives me peace And it gives me my inspiration
Honestly I'm so tired but my mind wont shut up, so heres a little letter to my exhausting yet inspiring thoughts