And just for thought...
Paper holds my life, my secrets, my heartaches, my joys.
This is where I am honest, more myself here then anywhere else.
It allows me a release that no one can offer.
People talk, I listen.
I cannot say with my mouth what my hand can say with a pen.
Paper seduces me, draws me out, guides my imperfect soul.
I find a calming light that a human palm cannot touch.
It is where I am tender, soft, romantic.
I can write about love in a way I cannot express otherwise,
dream in a way spoken words can never give justice to,
cry in a way my eyes would never allow.
Paper caresses my cheek, soothes my spirit,
puts to rest the pain I cannot describe any other way.
I say nothing and I know it hears.
Strokes of a pen takes witness to who I am without judgement.
Paper understands me without questioning, without notions.
This is where I lie, where I breathe freely, where I smile fully.
My canvas, my instrument, making music that only soul can sing.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.