Writing helps to get it all out.
Pain, frustration, anger, abandonment...
All of it.
I like to write often.
It's why I have a collection of pens
on my bedside table.
Sometimes, I write so much
The ink drips from the pen to the floor.
At least it seeps into the carpet fibers
so no one is able to read it.
I suppose writing has become my addiction.
There are nights where I write a lot,
especially when it gets late
and I'm certain no one is around
to hear my feverish scribbling.
The ink starts to spot my sheets then.
But I can't stop myself.
I'll inhale,
Count to ten.
Exhale.
Pick up the pen.
It's fine.
Why does it matter if I write another line?
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Writing helps to get it all out.
Pain, frustration, anger, abandonment...
All of it.
I like to write often.
It's why I have a collection of pens
on my bedside table.
Sometimes, I write so much
The ink drips from the pen to the floor.
At least it seeps into the carpet fibers
so no one is able to read it.
I suppose writing has become my addiction.
There are nights where I write a lot,
especially when it gets late
and I'm certain no one is around
to hear my feverish scribbling.
The ink starts to spot my sheets then.
But I can't stop myself.
I'll inhale,
Count to ten.
Exhale.
Pick up the pen.
It's fine.
Why does it matter if I write another line?
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