The Escape

Emotions are quite the interesting things
In this daily walk of mine
Such fascinating and terrible creatures
To have such control over my actions
No matter my mind
They lead me on a leash

The words I write on those papers give them another entity to latch onto
Then, I am free to run about as I please
Until I can write no longer
Then, I am a slave once again

In a much brighter world
For the words I write on those papers
They are my connection to the world's dictionary
To my own inner one as well

Writing keeps my curiosity steady &
Writing keeps the doors to the other world shut &
Writing keeps time flowing naturally & most importantly
Writing keeps me free



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