An Isolated Song

June 23, 2016

I hover over the paper, back arched

I force myself to feel

Anger

Love

Happiness

I make myself feel everything

I don’t know why

But I have to write

Writing is freedom

Pencil to paper

Is color to canvas

Colorful chaos, limitless imagination

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