ABholley

Some say I should be something that my hands are incapable of.

But the capability of these hands promise passion when I am given my possible dream.

To be someone who writes sweet words of love.

To be the art of my...

Past.

Because I have lived it one way,

And that one way has defined my present, myself.

I have a dream to write, the dream engraved in my thirsty palms.

I am to be a...

Writer.

To feel the paper under the tips of my yearning fingers.

I will always have this passion to be a...

Writer.

To hear the scratchy melody of pencil to paper...

This is to be forever me.