It was like a never ending feeling running through my vains that lead to my fingers, tips

I remember it like it was yesterday, yesterday five years ago

Could've been the amount of stress that was put on, me

Maybe I just wanted to write about how imperfectly perfect my life was

What I know for a fact is that every time I touch a pencil and paper

I feel extraordinary 

Nothing can stop me from, going

My mind goes into another dimension

Why I write ?

I'm still yet to figure that out

But I will never stop writing