Thursday 21 March 2013

It was the only thing

I hated what I wrote,
But I kept writing because,
It was the only thing that could save me,
And so it did,
In an alternate dimension,
Everything would be gone,
No need for tears,
And the constant nagging worry,
In the flow of words,
And choppy emotions,
The bone dry nights with no inspiration,
I'd close my eyes and tell myself,
I can write my way out of here,
I can let it drown out my fear,
And they would listen,
They would see,
Because the heart and soul in prose,
Is me.

~Rei Shiori

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