Why I Write

Tue, 06/25/2013 - 00:40 -- skibear

I was lost

But now I am found

I was weak

But now I am strong

I never knew who "me" was

Until I found "me" written all over my notebooks

Written all over me.

When I write, it is not simply the movement of a pen

It is the painting of a masterpiece

The flooding of my mind's unspoken words

Leaking into simple paper

To become simply amazing

I found myself when I was bleeding

Bleeding a color so dark,

So alone

And I found myself when I was hurting

When no one could help me paint

Or help me find my brush

To begin my masterpiece

But I bleed no more

The ephemeral depression of my life

Is gone

And now I am found

In the colorful world of black ink

And white paper

I am the spray-paint of emotions

The graffiti artist behind the colorful truth

I found myself in simple paper and pen

I found that I was simply amazing


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you write to live

you live to write

express yourself-let your voice be heard

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