i love to write,
why?
well maybe because,
when i see everyone judging me,
by my past,
i feel my pen,
writing all my mistakes,
as a burning phoenix,
when i see the world,
laughing on my pain,
my pages accept my sadness,
when i feel alone and empty,
my writing hold me close,
kiss me on my head,
wipe my tears off,
and stays there for me.....