Apr 22
i am in a dark room
standing.
i look around
papers are flying everywhere
in the dark.
the dark room is my mind,
and the papers
are my thoughts.
i couldn’t take it.
i had to write them down.
standing.
i look around
papers are flying everywhere
in the dark.
the dark room is my mind,
and the papers
are my thoughts.
i couldn’t take it.
i had to write them down.
This poem is the start of my idea of the book to let it go and write it down because writing is the only way I know how to let go.
