I write because I feelWhen

I write because I feel

When I hurt- I bleed onto each page as it eloquently turns to-

Happiness and tears of joy leak onto the blue, blurring lines

It fills my soul, reimburses the pursuit of passion, 

The pure pretense of the power of words

I write because it is an escape of sorts

I write to release the expectations of what is reality-

And to release it to the fears and freedoms that conatin me. 

I write because I feel.