i love to write and pour my soul into all i know and all i feel but the urge is diminished when the pieces just fit when the day is done and the world just works and i'm all gratitude with not a burden to write of
it's strange it's because i'm content some semblance of happy from the peace i found from letting it go letting bygones be bygones letting others control themselves letting things work out letting things fall through the cracks letting the space take its time letting the moments go by letting the world turn letting the waves roll letting the clouds float letting the rain pour letting the sun shine letting me be me in all my glories and all my fails
it was time to be different than all that wallowing and gloom and i'm still trying to find just what changed in me to turn my life around and right now i know it's a beautiful day to talk about beautiful things through the words i create in this beautiful sentiment that i call my own poem it's about time i wrote one that has some uplifting to remind myself to keep this just for today with promise for tomorrow
i never write enough when things are going good, and i can't explain that. i write when i'm troubled or depressed. i suppose to work through my feelings or to vent them. but i love to write. and being happy is no excuse to stop.