it's not writing

it's expressing

it's feeling

it's flowing

it's becoming one with the thoughts in your head

and letting them absorb into something

sometimes my words drip from my pen to my paper

other times my words escape in tears and onto my body

making their way in the form of scars.

in the end,

everyone has their own way of getting things off their chest.

those of us here just find a beautiful way

of juxtaposing our pain into masterpieces of words.