without it....[i'd be plain dead]

my passion.....

.......i have found it.....

 

like a baby needs to be fed by it's mother...

and that baby needed its other parent to become a baby

 

as a hammer is useless without a carpenter and both useless with no nail

like a painter with no brush and his brush with no paint

 

like wet without water it would be nothing

just as a wave without an ocean it would be limp...

 

like the sand without the desert it would just be sand

and a cloud without a sky would be irrelevant

 

like wind without air it has no where to go

and my veins with no blood i would be plain dead

 

like a box without music it would not be a music box

and a camera with no film it is just an item with a view finder

 

my passion is my write and my write is my passion

and without it there is no.where.left for me to go

i have no breathe

i have no relevancy to view

i go limp because i am not fed.

there is no music in me,

i have nothing

and i am plain dead........

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[Erin Phoenix]

Thats how I feel about writting. Without the words that fill my head my paper is bare. My life is bare.

I get this ... I feel this.... I love this.

:)