Writing is my escape
A place i can go and
Disappear
Because everything around me
Is mine
My words are not your vacation
Not a resort set up on a beach
In the mountains
By the sea
Not a place made for you to go
To enjoy
To bring the family and take
Cliché pictures and souvenirs
This land is mine
And the only person I aim to please
Is myself.
T.11.I
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
Writing is my escape
A place i can go and
Disappear
Because everything around me
Is mine
My words are not your vacation
Not a resort set up on a beach
In the mountains
By the sea
Not a place made for you to go
To enjoy
To bring the family and take
Cliché pictures and souvenirs
This land is mine
And the only person I aim to please
Is myself.
T.11.I
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