Lead flowing

I picked up my mechanical pencil which happens to be my utensil of writing choice...

it felt right

And then without any resistance from my uncreative demon... I started to write

The words flowed out my hand and onto the paper as if water from a busted pipe....

how long had I held these words back...

my heart and mind were open...

open to portray into words

Words of my own

The freedom this can bring

The vulnerability...

it scares me yes...

but not as bad as to have these experiences...

To have these things to write...

and to not ever pick the mechanical pencil up and just simply write.

_randomly writing Me

Frey Ley