Writing is my escape
A place i can go and
Disappear
Because everything around me
Is mine

My words are not your vacation
Not a resort set up on a beach
In the mountains
By the sea
Not a place made for you to go
To enjoy
To bring the family and take
Cliché pictures and souvenirs

This land is mine
And the only person I aim to please
Is myself.

T.11.I