25 days (s l o w u p l o a d s).

d a y s i x: our lost footprints.

Our Lost Footprints. 

writing is my freedom when my words are chained up

and my lungs have collapsed.

writing is what found me

and claimed me as its own. 

and with the grip of my pen, I write until my fingers shake--ever so lovingly as a temporary victory. 

our footprints are little excerpts of our identity.

revealing every bit of vulnerability that holds our composure. 

so as we make our marks and leave this Earth, let us not be forgotten 

by the fast moving world--but let us leave our footprints. 

through the splats of ink that build our craft.

this is an old poem that I made last year describing my love for writing. I hope you all enjoyed it as it was short and sweet! Much love. 

xx, 

-thesafesthaven