I fell in love with words for a reason. Words give me comfort I never knew I needed. A season has passed, and several poems have already been completed. Words make up sentences that describe ways I have been badly treated.
So, falling out of love with words could never happen. Words to me are like water; they sustain me just as water does. I write to survive. Every word has a meaning, the next deeper than the last.
These words are feelings I cannot tell anybody but this paper in front of me. These papers keep my secret and my tears. My heart bleeds onto these pages when I do not write in ages, leaving me confused about the feelings swirling inside me.
So darling, pardon me if I am not good at telling you how I feel. Blank papers, pens, and writing is all I know.
About the Creator
Sasi
Tiny little words roam around in my head, shouting for an esacpe, a chance to be heard. So I let those words out by connecting ink to paper, but in this case, connecting pixels to the screen. Simple poems and stories get made. Stick around.
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