Friday, February 5, 2010

Sad Writer's Friends




My mind is being filled with words
my hands, my fingers
too slow to catch up
I need to write as much as I can
This is MY way to comfort myself
To write

Music is playing in the background
Maybe something to pump myself up
I need encouragement
Even if it comes from within

The last few hours have been tough
My world was surrounded with sadness
with despair, with sorrow
No one to turn to
No one to hold onto

Now I've found my outlet
My source of new strength
It is the letters before me
These symbols and shapes
turned into thoughts and emotions

Words and writing have always been my friends
my silent friends
Always there to give me comfort
Or is it me, or my thoughts, that's giving me comfort?
Am I helping myself, unconsciously?

Perhaps.
I don't know.
Maybe.

These words, so precious to me
Now more than ever
I find solice in the idea
that I will always have words to write
thoughts to share
emotions to put down on paper

As long as my fingers can keep up
I'll be just fine.

Perhaps.
I don't know.
Maybe.

Then again
I don't mind having someone
to hold onto
whilst I share my thoughts
on paper

Perhaps it might be you.
I don't know if it will be you.
Maybe it won't be you.
We shall see.


For now, I'm just alone
Just sitting here
with my friends:

These Letters in front of me
My Thoughts I have inside
and the Words I will
eventually write

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