I haven't written a poem in so long.
I havent written my feelings in so long.
Work, sleep, eat... repeat.
Writing was my sanctuary, my safe haven.
The mystical world of words and feelings left me and i no longer had a reason to write.
I found my happiness.
But now, it is slowly, dimming away again.
am i even good at it?
I never thought i was.
I just needed relief... sweet SWEET release of the torment my soul was feeling.
But now, i feel the itch to write.
The need to feel,
The need to liberate myself.
No words can describe how amazing putting my emotions down in words feel.
How echanting ...
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
I haven't written a poem in so long.
I havent written my feelings in so long.
Work, sleep, eat... repeat.
Writing was my sanctuary, my safe haven.
The mystical world of words and feelings left me and i no longer had a reason to write.
I found my happiness.
But now, it is slowly, dimming away again.
am i even good at it?
I never thought i was.
I just needed relief... sweet SWEET release of the torment my soul was feeling.
But now, i feel the itch to write.
The need to feel,
The need to liberate myself.
No words can describe how amazing putting my emotions down in words feel.
How echanting ...
