It’s in my blood
I come from a family of authors
The thoughtfulness, the wandering mind, the daydreaming head, the longing, the desire
It all came from my father
I have fervent passion in my blood
Conviction flowing through my body, yearning to get out
So I write
My thoughts swarm with sentiment
I wish I could become a poet like my sister
Or an author like my father
But they all believe in something
My father believes in Christ
While my sister believes in Love
But I believe in the passion of the human race
I believe in the emotion, the melancholy, the morose, the torrid, the desperate
So I expel these sentiments through written word