I haven't done this in awhile.
It was different than, I used a pen.
Boy, I sound old...

The release of words, to express...
Losing my self in writing.
I was quite good at one time, never missing a line.

I never shared to much, only an assignment or two.
Spiral notebooks filled, front to back.
I read what I once wrote, some bring back memories.
That's why we write isn't it, to remember.

This I can do, don't know who will see?
My words flowing out one by one.
Expression of ones self, this might be fun.