HarsH ReaLiTy

Would I write something just to write it? Caring not who it might hurt and if I were to blame. Could I open myself fully to the possibilities within. Dabbling at anything that comes to mind, a writer with a brush. Is there a write way or a wrong way to write? I seek that answer each day as I chase periods like bouncing balls of thought at the end of rambling word strings. Is there a voice inside my words or do I simply hear myself. Talking because no one wants to listen, writing because there is no one to talk to. I seek company within myself to know myself. Knowledge gained with each page written. Life earned with each page turned.


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