Elizabeth

I write, I read, I love

I write to bleed the love and hate in my heart through the tip of a pen.

I read to understand the palpitations, both good and bad, of those I have not met.

I love to weave imagination and emotion with the words of my soul.

I write, I breathe, I live

I write onto sheets so white, and stain it with proof of my existence.

I breathe the knowledge and passion that emanates from the ink of others

I live though the words that I take from my soul and place onto paper.

Writing is all I know, writing is who I am.

I write