As I take Pen in hand and Paper on table.
The Thrill i feel when pen glides along paper like a boat on the water during a nice calm summers day. It isn't until you stop that you relies how far you have gone. just as the pen has nearly met the end of the page the boat can barely be seen from the shore. And its in moments like these that time all but stops. As you look back at where you started Seconds feel like hours and its in that moment that you relies what you must do.
As you take pen in hand once more it takes of gliding across the page like a plane taking of to its destination. Flying unable to stop. Nothing can take it of the course of the journey it has begun. Its only goal, To take you somewhere of pure beauty.
But it isn't always going to go the way you plan, like a boy on the edge one push from giving up, one small mistake that will change everything. And in that moment of struggle he takes a step out into the void, as he falls everything he thinks he knows will change for the rest of his life as he sees the ground getting closer and closer, But I never told you about this boy. about his life or who he is. You see this boy just needed some one to listen to him, he had words he must speak but know one wanted to listen, hes lost and no one was there to show him the way.
He closes his eyes as tears of joy role up his face, screams echo in his ears as he lands safly on the net layed out for him.People cheer and as he starts to walk of a mother and her child stop him and pull him into there arms. He didn't knows these people nor did he need to. what I didn't tell you was that on that night he had planed jump another ledge to end it all but on his way he saw a burning building and a screaming mother. her daughter was trapped in the building by the fire. He ran in there through the flames. He saved her. but in doing that he finally found a reason to live, the truth is he had nowhere to go and never did but now, now he has them.
And its things like this that make writing enjoyable being able to make something that will affect people in more ways than we know. But this is just that start of mean.

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Something New
PoetryThis is something new I'm starting. To write. To Relax To Release.