writing makes me feel quiet.
it makes my heart feel quiet, but my mind is louder. amplified. like gears I didn't even knew I had were turning.
and I don't want to listen to anything around me (the tv is deafening, my brothers laugh a gunshot) because my thoughts are a whispering forest in my ears, and I can't focus.
good writing is grounding. roots to the trees my thoughts grow.
(not subdued, not really silent- quiet).
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
