When the world becomes heavier taking all that I have stretching it from sea to shore I grab my pencil and begin to write.When no one cares or pays attention to the pain that lies heavy deep in my chest words spill out leading a journy across the crisp paper.Writing is my backbone that lets me test the waters and cry out for as long as I like. Writing lets be heard through words ,i write to let go and to inspire. When I write I dont think I just feel what my heart desires to be heard on a blank paper that will soon reveal it all. The words flowing beneath my pencil are as beautiful as a flower and as sleek and melotic as a tune. Writing welcomes me with open arms covering my fragile emotions with love and open ways. Letting emotions be heard are the words flowing beneath my pencil .