A Liifestyle

This fire that burns From my soul within Finds a way outwards Through my favorite pen This is the way My hopes and dreams Escape my beating heart Breaking all the seams And when I’m all alone The fresh paper feel All my broken thoughts Begin to slowly heal Some believe that solitude Makes you feel much worse But I prefer an old notebook To any pretty purse While some may think a hobby Or just a boring line Writing is a lifestyle That always will be mine