Storm

I write to feel.   I write becouse I need it to be real.  The words on the page solidify my brain, allowing me to no longer feel the pain. I write for the good, I  feel the evil. My letters laying on the paper like the tears of of some awfull upheavel.  Its ok.... life is ok. The words are making it ok. The main goal to find peace in a world of pieces.  The pen on the paper smooth,  purposfull, serene.  The words on the page linking me to  a world within allowing my mind to remain clean.  Like lightning strikes and the biting wind.. writing is the calm, the beauty of simplicity and complexity . The communication of the world. I write to feed my soul.  I write to feed my mind. I write to feed the unending hunger that remains untold.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

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