Eyes Wide Open.

I look up at the cloudless sky.

The wind gently strokes my cheeks.

I slightly hear restless cars go by.

Passing people almost missed,

With no sight of them at the close of a door.

Is that what this world's all about?

As fast as someone's in your life,
Suddenly they're out.

Why I write.

            I write to let go of things I can't let go of off of paper. To just let my emotions take over the words that eventually end up on this paper sitting in front of me. When I write things I wouldn't tell people, I write them in confidence knowing that piece of paper will keep whatever I write on it in its own creases, and not in someone elses' conversation. Writing helps me remember when I want to embrace those memories that I'd want myself to experience again, or even ones I wouldn't want to experience again. I write so I can understand myself better. Even though sometimes I have no idea what I'm trying to explain, or when I don't even have a full understanding of the words I'm writing, it just comes out. Writing can change my state of mind at times. It helps me forgive, process emotions, or even just makes me think. Writing is literally a freedom of speech and words. It's irreplaceable.