A pen and paper is all I need to get me through the day
An array of emotions
A barrage of questions
An assortment of thoughts
All poured out on those pages
Sometimes tears fills those pages
Sometimes those pages meet bins
Sometimes they're greeted with a smile
Whatever be the day..
Whatever be my state of mind..
A day without writing something just doesn't feel right
The turmoil and euphoria that goes on in my heart and head..
The ideas and the imagination that run through my mind...
...i just need to pen it down
Sometimes I think I could keep writing till my dying day...
During my final moments I'd  probably be...
Hairless
Toothless
Perhaps with limited vision
And I'd still keep scribbling something on those pages....