they told me to write when it hurts
when everything comes and goes
in blinding speeds,
smeared visions of
reds
blues
golds
grays.

they told me to write when I felt
so i'm here to write,
to pour myself onto paper
too white to bear
too innocent to corrupt
too fleeting to capture.

they told me to write about life,
about how things fall apart
as they come together,
about how it feels to drown in myself.

i'm here to tell you that life is some ****.
it's the weight on your ankles,
the anchor pulling you down,
but it is also the life preserver
that brings you back up.

life will rise and fall and continue on
and it'll hurt like hell most nights
but it is beautiful in its madness
so get up, and write.
write when it hurts.
write when  you feel.
write about your life.
write about you.
write.
write.
*write.