A way with words
I write with curiosity and remembrance
My mind is always wandering and I tend to follow it
It gives me ideas and dreams of what could happen
I tend to find myself writing down the thought so I cannot lose it
Sometimes my mind wanders into the past
And I follow it still
Memories flow in and they can be overwhelming
With either happiness or sadness
I tend to find myself writing down how I feel
Or things that I never got to say
But sometimes
I just stare at the paper
Because words cannot always express how I feel
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