Writing is my friend

My mind is being filled with words

my hands, my fingers

too slow to catch up

I need to write as much as I can

This is MY way to comfort myself

To write!

Music is playing in the background

Maybe something to pump myself up

I need encouragement

Even if it comes from within

The last few days have been tough

My world was surrounded with sadness

with despair, with sorrow

Now I've found my outlet

My source of new strength

It is the letters before me

These symbols and shapes

turned into thoughts and emotions

Words and writing have always been my friends

my silent friends

Always there to give me comfort

Or is it me, or my thoughts, that's giving me comfort?

Am I helping myself, unconsciously?

Perhaps.

I don't know.

Maybe.

These words, so precious to me

Now more than ever

I find solice in the idea

that I will always have words to write

thoughts to share

emotions to put down on paper

As long as my fingers can keep up

I'll be just fine.

Perhaps.

I don't know.

Maybe.

 

 

Author's Note

Writing IS my friend. :)

Reviews

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I love the simplicity, clear and to the point.

[Half Dream]

Thank you!