To Write
To write is to breathe.
My fingers run across
The blank page of my journal.
While my hand feel the
Smoothness of the beautiful pen.
I stare unto nowhere
As I organize my thoughts.
For that moment
I will stop lying to myself.
To write is to breathe.
My fingers run across
The blank page of my journal.
While my hand feel the
Smoothness of the beautiful pen.
I stare unto nowhere
As I organize my thoughts.
For that moment
I will stop lying to myself.
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