Sometimes when i write i hardly know where to start.
Other times i hardly know where to end.
But somehow i always find my way.
Weather my poem sucks, or it is the greatest thing I've ever written.
Coming up with the perfect stopping point is very hard sometimes.
At certain points it almost seems impossible.
Like do i kill the vibe that i have worked so long to build up.
Or do i continue to let it build and built, like a title wave of greatness.
I write sometimes, to fill a void in my chest and in my heart.
Longing for something to be their that isn't and will never be there.
thats what sucks about writing the most.
Finding that perfect stopping point.
