I write for what I need. I write because I can. And why not? I write for a break. I write to be free. I’m free to write. I write when I should. Maroon I write because I could. I write new ruby red shoes. I write, oblivious to the world around me as it sends me spinning. Spiralling. I write. I do it when I feel it. I write words, and sentences. I write more. I write. And when I write. I draw. People, and animals, I write lives and worlds. I write soft colors. I write about soft maroon leaves. I write thoughts. I write to get away. I write to get closer. I write to escape. I write to be confined. I write to fly like I’m a leaf in the wind. I write because it’s the only way. I write because I chose the way. I write because the way is uncertain. But then how is writing the only way? I’m write to slowly follow my words. And to quickly chase down my dreams. I write to be on fire. I write to douse the flames licking at my temples. I write to extinguish the fire that is my
I write for what I need. I write because I can. And why not? I write for a break. I write to be free. I’m free to write. I write when I should. Maroon I write because I could. I write new ruby red shoes. I write, oblivious to the world around me as it sends me spinning. Spiralling. I write. I do it when I feel it. I write words, and sentences. I write more. I write. And when I write. I draw. People, and animals, I write lives and worlds. I write soft colors. I write about soft maroon leaves. I write thoughts. I write to get away. I write to get closer. I write to escape. I write to be confined. I write to fly like I’m a leaf in the wind. I write because it’s the only way. I write because I chose the way. I write because the way is uncertain. But then how is writing the only way? I’m write to slowly follow my words. And to quickly chase down my dreams. I write to be on fire. I write to douse the flames licking at my temples. I write to extinguish the fire that is my