For the words that don’t come easy

The emotions that cease thee.

I am alone but am I?

Because when this pen hits this paper I fly.

No one can understand me better,

Than the words that flood this paper.

No response needed,

Just the to and fro of which my hand goes.

My soft breathing in which my heart beats to.

The world around me stops.

My emotions are balanced.

I am back, I am me.

It is the perfect release.


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