I bottle up my thoughts

And keep them hidden within 

So later I can pour them across lined paper 

And watch as my soul becomes art. 

Escaping the disappointment of reality by fueling my creativity

I process the world through eyes of a character in a book

The most compelling Nonfiction is me.

Every up and down I go through persuades me to write.

I’m made to Run wild 

Lost in life's pages 

Anxiously waiting for a plot twist

My heart bleeds adventure

Longing for better days

Inspiration is inevitable 

It’s like I’m made up of letters 

Spelling out all I could never say out loud

It all lives inside my head 

A never ending string of ideas I hope never dies

Ceaselessly I write 

With pure enjoyment and intentions to heal.