I stare blankly at the white lined paper just waiting for the flow of words to take my mind away.

The bitten pieces of fingernails all over the table, nerves rush......will this be a good one?

Breathing deep breaths all so i can relax, then it happens...

My hand racing back and forth on the paper like a car on a track. not even thinking just letting it flow

releasing all the tension from head to toe.

the faster i write the more freedom i feel, every word unlocking the doors ive wanted so much to reveal.

page after page i dont realize the time its been hours and i still have many rymths.

rymths to express how i feel and my daily life

from life to death, happy to crying

i write for there is nothing else to help me in life.

its my flow and words that help my mind.....allow me to express feelings without feeling the need to find someone out there willing to listen

i write for it is my choice, a choice to go beyond what i believe i can do....to write feelings instead of keeping it in.

i write for it is a passion, relief, and my life!