It releases me. I release myself. I release my thoughts through the pen onto my journal as
it listens. The thoughts I don't speak out loud, the thoughts that don't make a sound. The
thoughts that only my journal has the privilege to hear. It caresses them. Holding them tight
and understanding them all without question. It understands me. As the ink flows through
the pen onto the paper painting a picture so vivid in colors only my mind can see. Releasing
my everlasting thought onto the paper. I'm captivated on how the pen tells its own story
through my words alone. Interpreting every word and creating something so beautiful. I see
myself on the page at the end of every poem. As I release my mind.