Why Do I Only Write?
Pen
Paper
Black on white
Flick of the wrist
A moment’s goodbye
Swimming in my own mind
I can get lost in this world
Other’s voices, other’s own ways
Broken art, puzzle, music – all pieces
Recollect with the vessel in my hand
For I know not my thoughts until I write them.
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