If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you
I've always been misunderstood, judged, riddiculded but then again who hasn't. Books became my escape the world I now ventured to no longer black and white. I didn't need to face reality it was on pause, while the words on the pages sprang to life. I started writing for a release turned out I had a talent in it you can say. But as I write the words that once so many adored are now forgotten turns out this is a poets wrost nightmare.